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aposiopetic
2007-09-02 01:57 am UTC (link)

My junior year of university I had a really crapping housing lottery number, so I made the joke that I was going to have to live in a cardboard box in Chapels' Field. I mentioned it in passing to a girl I was acquaintances with in organic chemistry (which was a big 120 person class) and she says that I can live with her. "Score :D," I think, because really, how bad can it be when you have your own room? So we manage to get a two person no common room suite, where there are two bedrooms separated by an eight foot hallway that doubles as the kitchen with the bathroom off the kitchen and between the bedrooms. There is a second suite that's a mirror image of the first, and the two share the bedroom-bathroom-bedroom wall.

Junior year begins and life is fine. Jen and I try and do roomy bonding things, which works decently well. She's pretty busy with the sailing team, so she's not home a lot and that's fine by me, as I like my privacy a lot in general. But then a couple of months in, she proceeds to have these huge screaming fights on her cell phone with her parents at least three times a week. For some of it I felt pretty bad, because it seemed as if they didn't have much faith in her, but holy shit was it loud. She was so loud that the girl who lived on the other side of my bedroom wall could hear her.

So one day I'm talking to my friend about her, and I can't quite remember her last name. "Jen Gold[this], Gold[that], Gold[other]. She's got curly hair and she's co-captain of the sailing team."

He nods. "Oh," he says, "PJ."

"PJ?"

"Yeah, Psycho Jen."

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