she loved matt damon.
anyway, so my old roommate. my first semester of college, they had run out of dorms, so they put a couple hundred of us freshman up in a hojo's right on campus. great location, free cable, maid service, central air, and our private baths -- it was truly a fantastic and luxorious experience, especially when i saw what real dorms looked like. anyway, so she lived across the hall from me. we sat and bonded over cigarettes on the stairs in front of our middle-class hotel. she and i were both night owls, and we'd always find each other shivering and hunting for shelter from the winds at three in the morning. we exploded condoms together in our showers, and tortured her sheltered roommate with pictures of penises. we ended up living together second semester (when they finally put us in real campus housing ... which was still way nice for freshman) and all of sophomore year.
i swear to god, this girl wore a size zero and could eat a whole ham.
yes, an entire ham.
i once saw her eat half a pack of hot dogs, in one night.
she also had an obsession with cakes.
not only did she overly enjoy highly processed baked goods and meats, but she got headaches from msg and any other chemicals that were put into things like doritos or bugles ... shit like that. so she craved these wretched salty and unnatural foods, but she got immense headaches when she ate them (which was constantly). she had vats of pringles, dunkaroos, and cookies.
i don't think i ever saw her actually awake before noon. she slept through any class before one and would laugh in your face if you suggested she get up.
now, she shared a room with two girls (me and another equally normal person) who at twenty are fairly comfortable with their bodies and their habits. well, she was completely against nakedness. now, i don't wear pants to bed. i get nightmares if i wear pants to bed. whenever i took off my pajama bottoms, she would screech and run across the room, covering her eyes ... "oh my god, lindsay's not wearing pants!" this happened nearly every night and every morning ... yet she was still shocked when i wasn't wearing pants.
we were ghost hunters together. we lived in an old building in kenmore square that seethed with dark energy and ghost happenings and terrifying occurances (an entirely different entry). we stuck through it, pushing it out with laughter and talking until the sun came up. we even played flashlight tag.
she slept all day, every day.
sometimes, when i was in my insomnia stages of nightmares and refusal to sleep, she and i would make trips to store 24 just to buy magazines to cut snippets out and paste to our walls. we spent hours doing this. everytime someone visited us, they found something new on our busy walls.
but she wouldn't have trouble sleeping at four in the afternoon.
whenever it was quiet for too long, she would make strange noises or clap loudly because she hated silence.
once she got addicted to oregon trail. day and night with that fucking game ... that and power pete.
her and my next door neighbor had 157 games won of solitaire in a row, until a friend of ours hit the wrong button.
salt and butter on everything. and lots of it.
she was totally pissed when i finally got to the end of the "clown joke."
she "didn't date" the same guy all through college.
once, her friend sent her waterguns as a "start of summer" present. we stealthily went to the dining hall and played mission impossible with complete strangers. a lot of people were unexpectedly soaked. then she and i got into an all and all out water fight, and she and i ended up on the floor of our closet beating the living shit out of each other with our various water containers. she was pounding my head into the dresser, and i was beating her with a water pitcher.
we were never better friends than at that moment. college taught me a lot about friends.
