Roommate Bonding

Did I ever mention that I have the best roommates on the planet?

Hehe yeah I'm sure I've mentioned it at least 20 times in this blog! I got lucky - the majority of the people that I came abroad with do not hang out with or even talk to their roommates.

Earlier I was browsing through news stories, and found that a lady from South Carolina had called 911 because she claimed her subway pizza had pasta sauce on it. Naturally, I sent this story to Brendan because pizza and chinese food are all he eats. His response: "wow. Just wow." Good response, dude. That's America in a nutshell.

After I arrived home from my internship, Antoine and I ate dinner at the same time, and he told me to watch one of the Evian babies commercials: hilarious stuff!

When I got back from the gym, Paul, Laura and I were talking in Paul's room. Paul left his flight simulator for two minutes to make tea, and then came running back to it, scared that he had killed his plane. That's dedication right there, Paul. Then, Paul spilled gravy granules all over the kitchen floor (I think he was still nervous about his flight simulator), and Laura and I were laughing at him. I then proceeded to reflect on how I had met each of my roommates at the very beginning of the semester, and we all had quite a laugh, because I cannot quite remember my very first interaction with Laura.

Even though I'll be a million miles away, I'll be keeping in touch with my roommates. They've become some of my closest friends, and they're like siblings to me.

(Roommates, be prepared. This is nowhere near the sappy blog post that is to come with my departure later.)