Oh, how I want to slap the Cheeky-freaky Girls
I insisted that Jason talk to me until I fall asleep, and the next thing I knew, the line was dead and it was 5-something in the morning. I could hear my roommate and her mom coming in. I fell asleep again but a couple of minutes later, I woke up to the sound of static. I opened my eyes blearily, and saw a tiny, car-sized TV on the other side of the bedroom by my roommate’s bed.
I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. In addition to that r&b pop crap my roommates like to listen to, I will now have to endure the sound of noontime shows and Filipino/Spanish/Chinese soap operas.
But while I was eating my second breakfast, I heard a familliar tune that brought back memories from my childhood days…
“Cedieeeeeee!” I shrieked. Bringing along my food, I ran to where the TV was. Cedie is this anime-ish cartoon I used to watch back in first grade, the story of which is based on the book Little Lord Fauntleroy. I remember watching it everyday before I left for school. The reception on the TV is really crappy, but what the hell. I was very much entertained for the next half hour. If there’s gonna be a TV without cable in the dorm, I might as well benefit from it.
I never thought I’d say this, but thank God for Meteor Garden. It was either that or the radio, and of course my roomies would rather watch Meteor than listen to the radio. My advice: do not, under any circumstances, room with someone whose favorite song is the Cheeky Girls. Not unless you’re prepared to suffer from some serious mental torture.
Oh, and I have the option to transfer to Math 11. 
It means I only got half the questions right but what the hell, that’s a lot better than failing the diagnostic test. I’m definitely moving up. I want to have a summer vacation! Plus, I think that My First Secret Crush is in Math 11 too. 
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The first of my roommate woes
Someone left a little plastic bag of boiled rice on the kitchen counter over the weekend.
Because of that, the kitchen is crawling with ants. Rather, it was, until I unleashed the bug spray on them. Now the whole apartment smells like bug spray and I think I’m coming down with an allergy attack. Either that or bug spray poisoning.
I’m no neat freak, but who wants to live in a bug-infested apartment? Every person should know better than to leave rice lying around for two days where roaches and ants and maybe even mice can snack on. Now we’re growing an ant colony in the kitchen. I thought I saw a little anthill by the kitchen sink, next to someone’s tiny potted plant.
I wouldn’t be so surprised if I wake up tomorrow morning covered in ant bites.
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It’s Chris’ birthday on Friday and I have the perfect gift in mind. He’s been looking for the Goo Goo Doll’s Dizzy Up the Girl album for about a year now but for some reason, he can’t seem to find it. Would any of you know where I can get one? Aside from the Internet, I mean.
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Of dating men and boys
My classes ended at noon yesterday and from then until 4:30, I stayed holed up in the caf with some of my blockmates, studying for the Math diagnostic test.
After swimming neck-deep in college algebra two hours later, I decided to take a break and go over to Female Blockmate A and Female Blockmate B were seated. We ended up talking for an hour about our boyfriends and such, and I kind of can’t get over how the entire conversation took a slightly disturbing turn.
“Hey Female Blockmate A, tell me about that 27-year old guy,” Female Blockmate B said.
I was kind of daydreaming about something at this point (it was probably about Jason, since the conversation made me miss him), and that statement made me come down from the heavens to reality. “What 27-year old guy?” Iasked.
Female Blockmate A giggled. “Oh, I mentioned to her how there was this 27-year old guy who courted me before.”
I made a face. “Really? Ugh.”
“So what happened?” Female Blockmate B asked.
“Well, nothing happened because I didn’t really like him. He’s not my type. But my mom was all for us getting together,” Female Blockmate A replied.
“She was? Wow. Even though he’s 27 years old?” I said with raised eyebrows.
“My mom liked him for me because he’s really nice to her. He helped around the house and stuff,” Female Blockmate A said.
I shrugged. “Wow. Good thing you didn’t go out with him, then. I would never date somone that old.”
“Why not?” Female Blockmate A said, casually. “I once went on a fling with a 40 year old man before.”
Blockmate B and I exchanged looks of surprise.
“No way!”
“What?“
Female Blockmate A giggled. “Mm hmm.”
“Who was he?” I demanded, my curiosity stimulated to the point of no return.
“He was a professor of mine back in high school, but he wasn’t my teacher anymore when we started dating,” she replied.
I was speechless.
“How long were you two together?” Female Blockmate B asked.
“Seven months. He broke it off because he said it wasn’t right. But he was really romantic though! And he drove a nice car.” Female Blockmate A added that last sentence thoughtfully.
“Okay.”
“Your mom know about this?” I asked, still rather incredulous. My parents would have two heart attacks apiece if my taste should ever change from cute freshman boys to rugged-looking college professor men.
“Of course she did,” Female Blockmate A said.
“She didn’t mind?!”
“Why would she? He’s rich anyway.”
Disturbing indeed. And since Female Blockmate A is sixteen right now, she must have been what. Fourteen? Fifteen?
The fact that her mom approved of it is just…scary. And isn’t there a law against student-teacher relationships or something out there? o_O
Oh well. Just wanted to share.
As for the Math diagnostic test….well. I don’t know if I did well or not but whatever the outcome, I will try to worm my way out of summer classes no matter what.
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