Well, I managed to alienate my flatmates in one day. A new record.If you’d like pictures of what I’m living in, peruse my roommate’s site or just go here.
Speaking of which, allow me to give you a quick rundown on my current mates:
Trumpet Rob Troyan, whom I knew before I arrived. He’s a 5’11” Pennsylvania native who likes to paintball, play the trumpet (who here was surprised by that? Admit it now or forever hide your ignorance), and be nice to girls.
Yelizaveta Bachko (pronounced: Lee-za), whose name I need to learn how to spell and/or pronounce. She’s a 4’11” (note: all people shorter than me are instantly 4’11” in my eyes) Russian-borne New Jerseyite with a flair for sarcasm and a razor-sharp wit. And before anybody makes that pun, yes, we’re all living on edge.
Jess Levy, who’s a soft-spoken, blond New Jerseyite majoring in Psychology who’s been super nice to me (perhaps out of fear? I mean, it did take her a while to get used to my sense of humor). She’s also attempted to not eat meat around me (and failed miserably. Hey, vegetarianism is hard).
I’d post pictures of us all, but I’ve yet to be able to access the internet on my own computer. I’ve also yet to call my parents or my friends. I hope they don’t think I’m dead…
*Reads Rob’s essay about Australia*
…are you Carlos?
Aye,
It’s what I is right now.
Though I’ve been Pixel Qyw Styx (aged 19.5) since I was your age.
All my Drama peeps and friends of Drama peeps know me as Pixel, all my family calls me Charly, and all teachers/classmates/flatmates apparently call me Carlos.
It’s a real identity problem.