So I met my room mate Lisa (electronically, of course) and at first I was all OMGZ STUPID WHORE. But so far we have vegetarianism in common. She's half Arab and has lived in the likes of Jordon and Saudi Arabia half her life. She also says lol at the end of every sentence and likes Carrie Underwood and considers the Sisterhood of the Traveling pants a "film".

Whatever, she thinks I'm "totally awesome" and can't wait for me to go to orientation so we can meet up and go "thrifting".

No, really, I think she's nice and we should be fine, it's just hard not to make fun of her. She reminds me of a girl from Panera, Jess, who was really tiny and giggly and ditzy and blonde. At first I wanted to gut her but she ended up being one of my closer friends there.


Other than that, I've been basking in my graduate and unemployed glory. My graduation party was okay. Not too many people, which was all right considering my apartment is tiny and shouldn't legally be allowed to house that many people anyway. The party was also my first time home for more than an hour since graduation since I've found myself living at Ken's. I like interacting on a day to day basis with him. I like falling asleep and waking up with his arm around my waist. I like making dinner and doing the dishes (regardless that 90% of said dinners are microwavable), answering his phone to make plans with his mother, food shopping, waking up two hours earlier than normal just to mapquest directions to a job interview for him. And I'm gonna be so sad when I leave on August 23rd - the day after his birthday. He'll be driving out there with me to help move my shit, and after that I probably won't be seeing him until Christmas. :(


Enough mushy crap. For those who can't read all that, lemme sum it up for you: My room mate is a blond by association and I really like my boyfriend. The end.