My Room

3rd day of Rez life. One of the upper years from across the floor knocks. He lets her in, I take off my headphones. She asks us if we're doing okay. I don't reply. He says yes. She says good.

"Cos this room is cursed."

Cursed, I say. She says yeah.

"None of the roommates in this room have ever liked each other."

Pardon?

"Yeah. Except for like, two sets of roommates about ten years ago, they all hated each other. Glad you're getting along!"

And she's gone.

Now, I'd love to blame my hereto frosty relations with my roommate on an architectural quirk (say, the builder's bad habit of putting satanic hexes in the concrete under the carpet) But I'm pretty sure it's because my roommate and I are the embodiment of The Odd Couple 2008.

My girlfriend asks me why I didn't apply for a single room.

I say I wanted the University Experience.

Not a lie. That's part of the answer. However, the actual answer is closer to I have no idea.