I believe my dorm is haunted. Maybe I'm just paraoid, but watching Ghost Hunters for 3+ years... well it'll do that to you. Now I'm not gonna freak out just yet, but there is a Catholic church down the street if you get what I mean.
Or maybe it's my fellow dormmates. Right now it's aorund 11, and they're STILL moving around their furniture, which is loud, creaking and makes more noise than a sumo wrestler falling down a flight of stairs. Who on earth moves their stuff arounds this late.
So zetta lame.
All in all though, moving out has been an equally fun, and terrifying, experience. I packed every single thing into boxes, loaded them into the van and next thing I knew I had a room filled with lime, green and white. It's cute an' all, but sadly while my side of the room is put together and organized... since my roommate isn't moving in for three more days I get three more days to stare at her poo stained mattress and blank walls and boring table.
It kinda puts a cramp on your situation.
Now if you don't mind, I've got 15 bottles of holy water and a fridge to exorcise.
The power of christ compells ya.
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All On My Lonesome
I'm just a college student starting my freshman year and I am here to comment about being out on my own, dealing and ranting with just about anything I feel like. Hell, if Perez Hilton can do this, why can't I??