I knew there were higher powers at work here when she said she didn't like Anne Shirley.
The mind-bogglingly unlikely pairing of me and the roomie has led me to believe that we are part of a secret sociological experiment, where the two most unlike people in the 1L class at the law school are put together in close quarters and left to tear each other to bits, as it were. They even gave us a living room in which to duke it out. Granted, it hasn't been all that bad -- compared to some past Fairview roomies, it's been heaven, actually -- but I simply did not believe that I had a polar opposite on this Earth until now.
I love Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe. She finds Anne annoying, prefers the father-suitor Royal Gardener, and idolizes Diana. I assume that relationships materialize out of thin and air and will present themselves at a suitable opportunity. She's got a thing for the Albanian doorman and makes finding a rich husband her life project. I'm here because I want to learn the law; she's here in case she doesn't manage to find a rich husband in New York in the next 3 years. She likes pepperoni. I like mushrooms and olives. She thinks I could be trendier. I think she could wear more practical footwear. We both think the other needs a haircut.
I suspect she trash-talks me when I'm out of earshot, but I suppose I make disparaging insinuations too -- if the above can be considered mere insinuations -- so we have a good understanding of each other: we're irreconciliably different but like a clean house, so I think we're ok with each other for the time being.
You guys think I'm going to last the year?
The mind-bogglingly unlikely pairing of me and the roomie has led me to believe that we are part of a secret sociological experiment, where the two most unlike people in the 1L class at the law school are put together in close quarters and left to tear each other to bits, as it were. They even gave us a living room in which to duke it out. Granted, it hasn't been all that bad -- compared to some past Fairview roomies, it's been heaven, actually -- but I simply did not believe that I had a polar opposite on this Earth until now.
I love Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe. She finds Anne annoying, prefers the father-suitor Royal Gardener, and idolizes Diana. I assume that relationships materialize out of thin and air and will present themselves at a suitable opportunity. She's got a thing for the Albanian doorman and makes finding a rich husband her life project. I'm here because I want to learn the law; she's here in case she doesn't manage to find a rich husband in New York in the next 3 years. She likes pepperoni. I like mushrooms and olives. She thinks I could be trendier. I think she could wear more practical footwear. We both think the other needs a haircut.
I suspect she trash-talks me when I'm out of earshot, but I suppose I make disparaging insinuations too -- if the above can be considered mere insinuations -- so we have a good understanding of each other: we're irreconciliably different but like a clean house, so I think we're ok with each other for the time being.
You guys think I'm going to last the year?
