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I feel like a pathetic teenage boy who would fall in love with a rock.

College is almost here. AHHHH!!! Which means I need to find a roommate. AHHHHH!!!! And, since the school only uses its email system, I missed the email a few weeks ago saying we pick our roommates on this weird Facebook app. So, being two weeks late to the show, I'm on there, thinking that everyone who shows up doesn't have a roommate. I thought about it for an hour, and narrowed my decision down to two people. Then, I sent the fateful roommate request. Guess what? Both of those people already had roommates.

That's ok, I told myself. I looked at the other people and sent them all emails, pouring out my soul, ok not really, but they were all really long emails about why I thought we would be great roommates and what we had in common. Guess what? Since I wasn't already friends with them on the Facebook, none of them got the emails. So now those are all just floating around out there, for them to randomly find someday years later, and to think I'm a total creeper. Haha. 

So then, I started adding them as Facebook friends and staring at the computer, waiting for them to accept me. The second they did, I wrote on their wall, Hey, I was just wondering if you already have a roommate?  This is where I'm starting to feel like a pathetic teenage boy who would fall in love with a rock. Because let's face it, they're out there and that's what they do. The second you add them as a friend they email you telling you you're beautiful and they'd like to get to know you and bla bla bla. And you know they don't mean it because they would fall in love with a rock. I've had quite a few of those happen to me. As soon as they do I hit the DELETE button. So it sucks that this is what it's come too.

And the fact of the matter is, I don't know how picky I can be. Because I would really love a roommate who doesn't drink or do drugs, have people over ALL the time, and doesn't expect me to be their shadow. But right now, all the people who are left drink but promise they won't do it in the room, and want a roommate who's into all kinds of sports and such. Me = not sporty girl. So, do I wait it out for a roommate who doesn't drink, which I don't know will happen? Or do I pick someone who does and wishes I was an olympian?

I found a really pretty rock outside. I think I'm falling in love. 
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