Oh, so THAT'S why my salary is so far below market.
I just sent that around here as an FYI. Crazy!
My first year roommate was crazy stupid and eventually flunked out.
Our housing situation was so bad that the only people that had a singles were the people in the one complex that had 5-person apts, which anyone could get in the annual lottery. Freshman lived in all-freshman dorms with only doubles and shared bathrooms for the entire floor. And we had to choose at least one year to live off-campus.
Yeah...I'm not holding my breath for either of those two to stop the leak.
Yeah, but Costner has gills and can breathe underwater!
I feel bad for the volunteer that has to soap Costner down with Dawn to remove all the oil.
My freshman dorm was pretty nice, big enough to live in, end unit so I only had one neighbor. Next two years I lived in an old dorm with rooms so small you could barely walk three steps. It was so narrow that my bed pushed back under a built-in vinyl-covered cushion to make a sofa during the not-sleeping times. When the bed was pulled out, it blocked the door from opening more than two inches. Fire hazard? Quite. It was also the catalyst for my break-up with my college boyfriend. I came back to my room after class one day, to find Jack asleep on the pulled-out bed, surrounded by papers, with a lit joint in his hand. I couldn't open the door, and it took some yelling to wake him up. Idiot.
I smell A3: Crisis in the Gulf Coast.
Nice follow-up to "Brokeback fuckin' Aguaman"
From what I read about Costner's machine, it can suck up and clean water at a faster rate than the hole is spewing. Temporary solution if it works at all, but possible. I would love it if it worked!
That's one of those things that's better in fantasy than reality, imho.
I had a great time, probably the happiest of my life. I certainly had more fun and more close friendships than any other period.
Freshman roommate: super nice guy from Cincinnati. We got on well, and when he was a senior he was editor of the school paper and asked me to write a column for it.
Sophmore and Junior Roommate: Chip! One of my closest friends. We had a blast. Second half of Junior year he spent in Philly, so my girlfriend basically moved in.
Senior year: I was an R.A. and had a double to myself. And a whole hall of Freshman to wrangle. From that group I forged lasting-to-this-day friendships with Gary and Lars.
I had roommates in all three places I lived in Boston. House 1: group house that was kind of unstable. Got along fine but it fell apart. House 2: I was sort of the guest who didn't leave, but stayed with my girlfriend before I went to Europe, and I got along well with her two roommates. (She asked and they didn't mind that I stayed there.) Just temporary. House 3: Rock and roll dudes from Boston. Good fun, great record collections.
I had a series of roommates in SF but since I mostly got to pick them it worked out fine. Still good friends with my old roommie Matthew.
In short: Humans, okay with me in close proximity.
I was reading Megan's going "wait there was somewhere else that had a setup with 5 person apartments where one person got the single? How weird!" and then I remembered we went to the same school. Duh. I lived off campus my junior year, sharing a room with a friend and out guy friend got the other (much smaller) bedroom. But it was a basement apartment, and I never want to live with no sunlight again. Even if most of my time wad spent in the darkened theater anyway.
