I moved into my apartment on Saturday. It's not too big, not too small... it's perfect.
My roommate is a lesbian and our apartment mate is a tomboy, I am the girliest thing in the apartment. I think that all of my big bright belongings set them off a little at first, but we are all warming up to each other nicely. We see a lot of things in a similar light so far.
Drinking
-Of course we do it underage. We are in college, and we have our own secret hideout to rebel against the law! If we don't have to babysit any drunkard roommate, we're fine with drinking in or out of the dorm. Basically, don't be stupid about it.
Talking about sex
-We are all uncomfortable talking about the big stuff. Don't like hearing dirty details, and don't like sharing any either.
Working
-We are all three in a bind for jobs at the moment, and we are all three camping outside of the Registrar's Office Thursday night so that come 8:00 a.m. Friday morning we all get spots for work study positions.
Finances
-None of us would choose name-brands if there's a generic. No point. We're broke!
So far so good. These girls are great. I may be the girliest one here, but I'm glad they can tell I'm not a fake whore like the girls who live under us...
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