The main theme of this particular point in time was how I got really close to one of my roomates and came to strongly dislike the other.
Other important tidbits of information: the roomate whom I've grown to really not care for was the person who introduced me to said male friend. And the roomate with whom I started the funniest band that shortly fell apart after our first meeting happened to be the object of said male friend's affections.
One of these pieces of information is more important than the other. I'll give you a hint: one of them gets written out after she has the boy that she was cheating on her boyfriend with pee on my car after I told her the truth about why everyone thought she was such a bitch. Not my finest moment, but one of my better stories of why you don't fuck with me.
A few really important key things happened my sophomore year in college: 1. I wasn't in the dorms so I had a really hard time making friends. 2. Banana Pants and I became very close and had lots of fun talking about boys and how awkward I was and how much we hated our third roomate. and 3. I took a class on the history of the Beatles that lead me to take a class abroad and changed my life.
There was also a brief spell when I seriously considered transferring to a school back in California, but I didn't so we don't need to talk about that.
Anyway most of my sophomore year was spent being insanely antisocial and waiting to hear back from the study abroad people.
The only reason I saw said male friend was because he had a thing for Banana Pants and wanted to put his banana in her pants, or have an intellectual conversations about Dostoevsky's Notes from the Underground and how it's themes about man and oppression by society influenced philosophers greatly during a time of great turmoil in Russia, but mostly I think he wanted to get jiggy with it.
But never the less, it was the first time we had hung out and I didn't try to make him ridiculously uncomfortable. He had also become less up tight since our freshman year. And thus our shifting onto equal levels we started to become, gasp, friends.
I mean it wasn't like we made a point to really talk to each other, or make an effort to hang out. Normally if we did, it usually involved talking about when the three of us could go out or something like that. and then came summer and the best decision I had ever made: studying the Beatles in England.
things to come: adventures in londonland, the three best friends that anyone could have, Paris, falling in love, getting heart torn out and stomped on, and pictures that will never do the trip justice. Did I mention studying the Beatles for actual credit to graduate college? Cause that's what's up.
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