room mates. ney. house mates.

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Bella’s the girl. The one who arranged the house. She has a lisp and looks ten but says she’s 19. She’s from Gloustershire and says “It’s ‘-sure‘ not ‘-shire,” and “I think you’ll need elocution lessons.” I get it. She’s posh. Like the Spice Girl. “No. Most definitely NOT like the Spice Girl”. She watches Prince William play polo. Her friend even snogged him once. Snogged = Kiss.

Paul’s the guy down the hall from me, by the loo=bathroom. But for a small orange tuft that sticks straight from his forehead, he has no hair. His teeth and eyes look lonely without anything to accompany them. His dad’s a minister of some sort. And he eats Wheetabix. Paul, not his dad. Last night we watched Toy Story – the pretty colors helped calm my nerves. So did the amitriptyline. He’s Bella’s age. I think.

Martin’s 21 and a stage actor. Apparently. When he’s not into social reform. His dad was in A Fish Called Wanda and Superman. Martin moves very deliberately. Meticulously really. And looks like he thinks alot. He’s graceful. Like a girl. And has an obvious arrogance to him. Like James Spader’s character in Pretty in Pink – if he were British. Martin looks like David Bowie. Youngish.

15 August 1998

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7 Responses to “room mates. ney. house mates.”

1. Cristi says:

   15 March, 2007 at 13:36

   Great observations… one of the reasons you write so well. It is interesting how we perceive others and “figure it all out” from the get go. I wonder if your roomies turned out to be much different than your initial “this” and “that” assignments?

   I’ve dealt with a few shockers! Take for instance, the JAP (Jewish American Princess) roommate who informed me, after a week of living together, that “the drug delivery is showing up in a few minutes. Don’t worry about it.” In NY, drugs are delivered like pizza. Who knew? Not the midwest girl who never even smocked pot in college. I locked myself in my room that night like a scared little girl afraid of going to jail and losing my teaching license.
2. Nancy says:

   15 March, 2007 at 19:11

   I wonder how many girls get to giggle and whisper that they’ve snogged The Prince? hehe.

   I should do a scathing expose on a particular high-ladder social group I got an insider’s peek into back when dating my Worst Boyfriend Ever. (with names changed, of course, to protect the.. well, me)
3. Steph says:

   15 March, 2007 at 22:07

   i wonder how ppl take me…if they sit back and analyze me…:)
4. Alexandra says:

   16 March, 2007 at 20:34

   Our very own mini-movie, in words. lol!
5. Antonio says:

   17 March, 2007 at 9:10

   iving with housemates are odd, as we share a house and our intimacy with people we don’t really know that well. It helps me to realise how strange people are out there… and inside my house!

   Fortunately now I’m living with a very nice and funny 31yo British girl. But I’ve lived with some dodgy people indeed…
6. hattigrace says:

   18 March, 2007 at 5:07

   Love this!
7. bethany says:

   19 March, 2007 at 22:14

   I would have smacked people for being snooty already. Sounds like you had a lot to get used to.
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