Day 1: The Girls

As I mentioned before, I am living in a 4-bedroom apartment right off-campus from Happytown University. So,  I am living with 3 other girls. In this post, I am going to introduce them. However, for the sake of confidentiality, I will not be using their real names. Instead, I have chosen names that I think suit them best.

1) Queenie: Ah Queenie. This is the girl that I roomed with in my dorm for Freshman year. She is your classic bee-yotch. Why am I am I still living with her for the summer? I honestly have no idea. If I were to describe Queenie in 3 words they would be self-absorbed, immature, and manipulative. The girl has the logic of a 5-year old, the selfishness of a 2-year old, yet the manipulation skills of Adolf Hitler. Mix it all together and what do you get? One hell of a scary, controlling girl. It is of no to surprise that she's from Texas.

2) Miss Sigma: The girl that I know least out of the bunch, Miss Sigma is one of Queenie's friends. She is part of the Tri-Sigma Sorority which she cooly shortens to just "Sigma." Although she seems like a decent girl, she has recently been showing symptoms of the Queeniecontrolsyoulosis disease, which makes me nervous.

3) Splotchy: Splotchy is by far the most relatable of the bunch. She is down to earth and very friendly I would place her on the exact opposite side of the self-aborbstion spectrum from Queenie. However, she has a boyfriend that, lucky for us, enjoys coming to our apartment.... I'm sure you can figure out what that entails. And even luckier for me, my room is right next to Splotchy's room, so I get the fantastic opportunity to hear all kinds of noises at night. Oh, and why is her name Splotchy? She is constantly breaking out in weird splotches that cover her body from walking in grass or even being out in the sun.

Oh boy... Here we go!: An introduction to my blog

This is my first blog EVER. No one may ever read these posts, but I was thinking it could, and hopefully will, help me keep my damned sanity for this summer -- a summer that could be an absolute tornado of drama that will rip through my four bedroom apartment like the EF-5 tornado ripped through  Oklahoma recently.
         You see, I am living in a 4 bedroom apartment full of college girls 5 minutes off-campus from my college. For the purpose of confidentiality, we will call this college Happytown University. Now you might be thinking (especially if you are a guy), "4 college girls? What's so bad about that?" Well, just you wait, because it is bound to get reeeaaalll ugly up in herrr'. Believe me, some of these girls have more than a couple of loose screws, if you know what I mean.
       So, as I embark on this rocky voyage through the rough seas of roommate-hood, I request but one wish: Oh dear god, with this blog, please oh please help me stay sane throughout this summer.