Ahhh, the joys of living alone.
Someday I will be able to partake in these pleasures:
- No having to wait for the bathroom.
- The only dirty dishes are MY dirty dishes.
- No obnoxious, unwanted company.
- No blaring Hanson, overplayed Gwen Stefani, screamo, or bad Alt Rock.
- No screaming in general.
- No one to yell at my kitty besides me.
- No wasteful living.
- No pile of garbage in the corner of the kitchen.
- No dirty, cluttered counterspace with crumbs and spills.
- No more crap strewn about the living room.
- No one using my milk, condiments, butter, cheese, etc.*
- Naked time is ALL the time.
- No using hand towels to clean up spills when they’re only there for drying your hands.
- And last, but most definitely not least, no sinking sinking feeling in my stomach when I hear someone open the front door.
God damn I can’t wait!
I thought about making this into a pros and cons list, but I realized I wouldn’t have anything to list in the cons section. Some people claim that I would be unhappy without all of the social interaction. Um, no. If I want to see your face, I’ll call you. I don’t need you all up in my business every damn day.
*UPDATE: Literally as I was typing this, my roommate just came in to tell me she stole a piece of my bread today.  At least she fessed up instead of everyone denying it when confronted.
I have to tell you…. as I was reading this I was nodding the whole time!! I’ve had a lot of good roommates but one of the ones now checks off on all of these things!
Comment by Megan — February 1, 2007 @ 11:06 am
I’m excited about starting college this fall…the only thought that doesn’t thrill me is that I might get stuck with a pig/Satanist/bubbly cheerleader for a roommate—-or WORSE, someone who happens to be all THREE of those things.
Great, so my roomie will drink infant blood to the sound of N’Sync and then litter the dorm floor with left-over baby bones.
Comment by Christine Stoddard — February 13, 2007 @ 2:07 pm
I was apprehensive about my college roommates. My first one was great, but he had a serious girlfriend and moved out. We became friends and I met one of my really good friends through him.
My second college roommate freshman year was ok…we just didn’t click. After that I had a single through my senior year.
The only other roommate I had was a really good friend from High School. Things worked out great.
Some people have nightmares, but that’s rare. Good luck!
Comment by Eric Brown — February 13, 2007 @ 2:23 pm