Roommates

Well, its that time of the year. The time where you live with complete strangers in hope that they wont hate you by the end of the semester.  When stalking said strangers, isn't at all that bad.  The nerve wracking tortures of meeting then for the first time and hoping they don't have a hunch back or buck teeth. Yes, oh the glories of moving out and becoming your own individual. Overall, it's way overrated.

Have you ever seen some one trying to move into an apartment?  It's terrifying! Calling your best friend to come help. She's 2 minutes late and you want to pace a hole in the floor!!! You call her several more times, only to discover she is at your front door, ready to help. What a trooper.

Then the packing begins. You try to find the largest box, only to be out done by previously mentioned best friend.

Finally, you finish packing. There are boxes everywhere. When you go to move them, they are stuck to the floor. CRAP! You realize that you have over packed, and it takes three people to move it to the truck. Imagine taking it up the apartment stairs. Oh gosh. I'm so doomed. I wish I had a ripped friend to help me move my boxes.

That being said.
I have a new roommate.
Holy crap. I'm freaking out. (in the most possible awesomest way ever)

This is a duck.

Duck.

But thats another story.