There Are Ninjas In Our Midst.

I thought I would take some time and introduce you to one of my friends. You've already met Twin, and Prancer, and I'm pretty sure I mentioned Ginny and Elf. Those are all my friends from home. So, for the very first time, I'm going to present to you one of my friends from college. Let's call her...Ninja. Because she's stealthy, Asian (Filipino. Close enough.), and a black belt. She lives down the hall from me. She seems like she's a mix of Twin and Elf. we plan to explore campus this weekend. Specifically, we plan to look for playgrounds on campus. We found one, right outside the dorms. Yes, that's how cool my school is. We have a swing set by the dorms. And a sand volleyball court. 

I'm sitting here with my door open (No, I'm not one of those folk who set traps to make friends, Ninja just left my room and I'm too lazy to go shut my door.), and the girl who lives right across the hall just got back from her morning classes. She's such a drama queen. It's pretty annoying. She has loud arguments with her various boyfriends over the phone all the time, and has loud and aggravating friends who don't live here always hanging out outside her door.

Speaking of annoying people who we live with, my suitemates are nuts. I told you this, right? Well, the one who washed her clothes every midnight also leaves her hair everywhere. I cleaned my shower yesterday morning, and when I went to take a shower before bed, the tub looked like a yeti drowned in it while fighting a yak. It was gross. I mean, I get that she's from China, and her family could afford to pay people to clean their house everyday. Labor's cheap in China. Unfortunately, we're not in China, and therefore have to clean our own bathrooms. And finding hair that's not yours sucks. And I know it's not mine. Not only do I not molt, but my hair is a good two feet long. And my other suitemate's hair is two inches long, and not to mention, bright blond. So there's only one possible culprit. 

People annoy  me sometimes.

I'm hungry. I'm gonna go eat lunch before I have to go to Sociology lecture, so you can think of a clever nickname for my crazy suitemates. 

Heart, me.