I LOVE waking up to random girls asleep on my couch. I really do. At home and at college.
This morning, I woke up around 7:45 and went downstairs to make my first cup of coffee. I have the master bedroom in a four bedroom house; I was put in charge of the house, so I get the perks: master bedroom, biggest fridge space, first in line for the bathroom, etc. etc. One of the bedrooms, though, is a closet: about 5X7. We made the last addition to our house, Tito, live there. So he doesn't have a bed. The room would fit a twin bed, even a full bed, but for some reason, we've lived here for about a month and he still doesn't have a bed.
So he sleeps on the couch.
He sleeps like the dead, so he rarely wakes up to me banging around in the mornings (I'm usually up first). However, this morning, there is a girl NEXT to him on MY couch. I don't want any "love stains" on the couch that I nap on. That's just... foul. Especially because my roommate Tito looks like a lumberjack, and has about the decency of one.
Anyway, I'm looking at this girl, and I realize it's a girl I went to high school with. She graduated two years after me, which makes her eighteen or nineteen now. I was always good friends with her older sister. Now, this girl does't go to my college. I have no idea why she is here, several hours away, hanging out with Tito, who we didn't go to high school with. This is very weird to me.
It's going to be an interesting day.
Also, it is forty-five degrees outside, and my roommate Carrie won't turn the heat on until at least November. I'm sitting under three comforters right now, working my way on to cup of joe number three.
Have a lovely day, all.
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