I don't quite recall a lot of what he said but in the end he said, “There is a kid on the third floor that doesn't have a roommate just to keep in mind.” Which translates to, “I want you to move out of this room so that I can have it for my friend and I.” Which comes down to the problem, or pickle as I have stated earlier. To move out or to not move out?
Well, let us look at what is going through my head at this point in time. The first thing I thought was, “WWED?”, or “What Would Effy Do?” (That is Effy Stonem from the hit British TV series Skins if you don't know.) I decided, Effy would go out, do a crap ton of drugs and dance to some dubstep while majorly tripping. Then she would assess the situation and probably tell my roommate to not be a “Cunt” and that he should “move his ass out.” So I thought that maybe not the best way to handle this situation...
I then realized, I was placed in this room originally with a different roommate, who then happened to be a football player and wanted to room with another player which was fine by me. It wasn't until he was on a different list that I have gotten my current roommate. So therefore, I have gotten this room first and I don't think that I should have to move, since I was paying for the room first. But that sounds a bit childish, but right now is my number one reason why I am not moving out.
I then called my friend and told her the situation and she told me to tell him off and stay in the room. Her response to the situation was pretty much a combination of the first and the second response. Which I do agree, however, the telling him off part I will do in a much nicer manner, I'm sure.
When it comes down to it, if he has a problem with me or current rooming assignment, then he should have to move. Like I said before hand, I was in this room first technically and why should I have to move out if I was put in this room originally?
Also I do have to say I love the fact that I'm writing this while he is right in front of me in the room while on his phone. Surely thinking, “Damn, he's not going to move and I'm going to be stuck in this pickle for longer...” Which, is true because I'm not moving and that's final! But I'm not going to break the news to him until tomorrow. That way he can have this slight hope and then have it crushed when I tell him I'm not moving. I'm smiling on the inside and out about my choice!
Until next time...
xoxo
JW
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