Hopefully within the next week I'll be posting a new update excited about my new roommate. And I guess...if they can't change us, at least I didn't get a horrible roommate right off the bat. I know that we didn't want to live together but at least we know we can. We'd probably kill each other but at least we didn't get paired with some creeper who never leaves the room and goes through all your stuff...
I officially damned myself with those words.
I know a total of 2 people attending this college next year. One of which is my twin sister the other is a young woman whom I've danced with for almost ten years now. This young woman is not my type of girl. Let's just examine a few facts. I am, for all intents and purposes, emo/punk/goth/sorta indie, whatever. Label it what you will. I shop at Hot Topic, wear skinny jeans, have side bangs, like tattoos and have a few piercings and listen to alternative rock. This other young woman is a pageant princess. I kid you not. When you think of the stereotypical pageant girl, this girl is who you think of. She's dumb and condescending and thinks that just because Mommy and Daddy have good jobs and money she can do whatever she wants. Basically, she is my antithesis. The only thing she and I have in common is a love of ballet. But where I was methodical and precise about dancing and always tried as hard as I could no matter what, she didn't put effot into it and just banked on thinking that she was always the best therefore she didn't need to try.
Anyways, my ranting about her aside, I'm sure you all can guess what I'm about to say.
Got my new roommate assingment today. And, shocker, my new roommate is this girl. My mom came in with the mail, a big smile on her face, hiding the envelope behind her back and gave it to me. I was so excited [again] because I was thinking this is it, I finally have a new roommate, someone totally different who I can get to know over the summer. Anyway, I ripped into the envelope, read her name. And burst into tears. I don't even know where that overemotional response came from. Maybe it was just pent up emotion of a second disappointment. I don't know. But nonetheless I went and found my mom, she took one look at me, asked what was wrong, snatched the paper out of my hand and proclaimed, "I'm going to go call them and get this fixed." My mom knows this young lady as well as I do and she understood immediately why I was so upset.
I was already extremely worried that this girl would cling to me on campus because I'm familiar to her and she strikes me as the type to not be able to cope with change. And if she were to be my roommate I would never have rest. I know, for a fact, that she would hang around me constantly. And quite frankly, I want to actually meet new people...kind of thought that's what this whole college thing was sort of about.
So, my mom called the college and requested [another] room change. I'm starting to feel like such a high maintanence bitch when it comes to this whole room assignment thing. I don't want to seem rude about it; but I also don't want to go into college dreading living with someone and knowing even before we live together that I won't be able to stand my roommate. I should have just stayed with my sister. That would have saved me all of this woe. Dammit.
I guess in a couple of weeks I'll be posting that I got my third roommate before I even started college. My sister told me that third time's the charm, but I'm not optimistic about it anymore. I've been too disappointed in the past to be optimistic about it. So I guess I'll just forget about being excited because if I get too excited about it then I'll just have more of a let down. And I'm really tired of crying over this...
