Although, I rarely sleep in my dorm room anymore, Vincent thought it would be a good exercise for me to share my “personal” space with you. [I not so secretly think he’s just nervous about us starting a blog together, but he’ll deal…] 

First things first, my roommate is Gabby, who is more outspoken and talkative than anyone I’ve ever met. Although, she and I just met we’ve already unmasked some harrowing monsters from my past and she hasn’t left yet, so I think she’s a keeper. She’s from Cleveland, Ohio, but has absolutely zero interest in ever moving back. She’s told me on multiple occasions, that she has a wanderlust obsession board on Pinterest. I can imagine her traveling around the world and never actually planting herself anywhere – I think she get’s antsy being here in this tiny town all the time. Which is why she’s planning to come home with me during Thanksgiving – I promised her a trip to the nearest “big city”. [Don’t tell her, but there are no “big cities” in Arkansas… or at least not like what she’s expecting to see.]

I wish I were more like her, but I could have the confidence of all forty-three presidents of the United States and still be ten steps behind her. 

Now on to food, because you can’t live anywhere without having the essential midnight snack. Our favorite, can’t live without, will drive ten minutes to the nearest Walmart, is Oreos… I know hold your applause! [Vincent is sitting next to me rolling his eyes…] (Vincent Typing: This is ridiculous… Focus on the room, not the food.) Back to what I was saying – we can’t live without them and we did often have Oreo tasting nights. (Note to self: Remind Gabby we need to have another tasting night to try these) ——————————————————->

Fine, I’ll talk about my space since Vincent is sitting next to me, drumming his fingers annoyingly. (Vincent typing: We were supposed to start a movie thirty minutes ago, but she had to blog first.) [I turn to Vincent and sneer at the use of “she” in his statement.] (Vincent typing: Fine…. We were supposed to start a movie thirty minutes ago, but JANE had to blog first. I feel like I’m back in sixth grade grammar.) Okay, taking back the computer… I’ll carry on, slowly, like the slowest turtle to ever be entered into a race. [Vincent puts his hand up over his face and slouches further down into the couch.] 

My dorm room, well, it’s damp and dark and dungeonesk. [Vincent shakes his head and scoffs. “Dungeonesk… that’s not even a word.” I smirk back at him and turn back to my computer. “Any word can have “esk” added to it…” Vincent rolls his eyes and replies, “Seriously!”] Unfortunately, all of those words are correct. Gabby and I were put in the oldest building on campus and in the basement, doesn’t get any more dungeon like than that. Shower shoes are a necessity, but since all of the drains don’t work, it doesn’t do much good. 

Regardless, rooming with Gabby has been the best. I’d rather have her as a roommate than any of my siblings or friends from high school. She’s not as much of a neat freak as I am, but she is what I’d call an organized disaster. If I ask for glue, she’ll throw some at me in less than a minute. But my favorite part of our room is the tapestry Gabby bought. This is a picture from online since I’m not in our room to snap one myself, but it makes the room seem so much more light and we both love trees. Looking at this picture, I wish our room looked that clean, but I could bet you a solid fifty bucks that Gabby’s bed would be unmade and there would be at least one dirty bowl sitting on the nightstand. [Vincent turns to me and smiles. “I’ll take the bet.” He arched one eyebrow and I turned to him. “I’ll FaceTime her.” I replied and he shook his head, getting up and going into the kitchen.]

Well, I hear Vincent mixing something up in the kitchen, so I think I’ll speed this up and go see what he’s making. Cross your fingers, it’s pancakes…. 

-Jane