I'm gonna stick around, thanks

This week, current resident students are signing up for rooms for next year. I've opted to stay put in the room that I'm in now. It's in a good location, quiet hall, nice view, I like it. I still don't know where my roommate is going to end up next year. This sounds awful, but I rarely talk to her. She's almost never here when I am, and mostly she just wakes me up in the middle of the night when she comes in late. So whatever, I don't care if she rooms with me again or someone else.

But last night, I heard a timid knock on my door. I was watching House and didn't want to be bothered, so I just ignored it (I have priorities, people). But a few seconds later, I heard another knock. I figured they could probably hear my TV and the jig was up, so I answered it. It was a couple of girls that I recognized, who live down the hall from me, that I've never spoken to. Shyly, one of them asked me if I was going to be living in this room next year. Of course I said yeah, and they just kind of awkwardly kept standing there, smiling. So not knowing what to do, I followed that up with a, "Sorry..." and they turned and left. It was weird. I don't know why my room would be any more special than the one they're currently in, but whatever. I turned in my application, this room is mine, get over it.

While I'm on the subject of knocking, let me just say that my roommate has one friend that always knocks on the door and then opens it and comes right in. This pisses me right the fuck off; not only is it an invasion of my privacy and rude, but, you know, I just explained that I often avoid answering the door when I don't feel like dealing with people. Earlier tonight, someone knocked on the door, and I heard what sounded like a hand starting to open the door. It was, of course, RudeGirl. I opened the door, not her, because apparently she's learned that I'm not fond of her marching on in. Maybe I've been giving out bitch vibes, I don't know. She's lucky I haven't just taken to keeping the door locked at all times.

Ah, dorm life. You may be annoying, but at least you give me plenty of things to write about.