Day 1 - Sharing a bathroom.

(June 6, 2010)

I'll admit it, I'm spoiled when it comes to bathroom usage. Not really from home, because my brother Ian and I have always had to share a bathroom, but because of college. Now I know for most people college was probably the time in their lives when they learned to suck it up and deal with the fact that they now had to share the bathroom with strangers. No longer would they have the luxury of going barefoot in the shower or go about their business in peace, completely uninhibited. Now they had to think about others' well-being when they went number 2.

But not me. I blame college for spoiling me. In the dorms I was able to find that secret bathroom hidden in the back of the lobby that was only really used during Parents Weekend. When I was on campus, I found the never used bathroom in one of the central buildings that only had one stall and was easy to lock to the outside world. Then my sophomore, junior, and senior years I was an RA so I got my very own bathroom. All mine, no one else's. Just me, my two butt cheeks, and my very own throne. Ahh the glory days of college, huh?

But now? No more. Now I am sharing a bathroom with a stranger. Well, my new roommate, but for all intents and purposes, a stranger.

Now let me go on the record saying that my roommate is really nice. There's really nothing wrong with her. She's a really sweet girl, friendly, always asked about my day, and seems really interested in my life. She's even said that she "loves" me (in that platonic "you're an awesome roomie" way). However, with all that said, I would not be starting a blog like this if there wasn't something a little amiss about the situation.

It's just the way she is when it comes to the bathroom is well...it's odd.

It all started on Day 2 of living together...