It’s strange coming home for the summer and having a room to myself again. Last school year, I shared a room with Chris Baran in J. Alvin. We had some good times, played computer games, talked about classes and girls, and often ate meals together. Of course, living in close quarters with another person breeds tension at times, but we rarely had serious conflicts.
I decided that maybe having a roommate isn’t so bad; at least there’s someone to talk to and hang out with. Since I’ve been home, I’ve missed having the close bond that roommates share, so I decided that even though Chris lives far away in Arkansas, he could still be my roommate:
Chris plays Unreal Tournament 2004 (vehicle invasion, of course)
Chris and I eat lunch
TV is great, especially the commercials
Weezer songs remind us of the good times
Chris plays with Spanky
Oh no! Spanky plays too rough!
Noooooooo! Christopher! Why God, why?
Oh well, roommates are easy to construct. Next week . . . Claudia Schiffer. Now that ought to be quite interesting.
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