Chapter 91: In Which The Roommate Brings Home A Boy... Who Isn't Her Boyfriend

Let's preface this by the text I got from her earlier today. "Is there a proper way to respond when someone professes love to you...and isn't your boyfriend?" I thought this was rather odd. Truly. But then I came home from work, and walk in to find my roommate and a boy on the couch. My immediate reaction is that hey, it's the 30 year old boyfriend. But then it is clearly not. This guy is blond, not bald. He is introduced as that one guy in her physiology class that she talks about all the time. And then the whole professed love thing made sense. Apparently it's not terribly unusual during the massage trains in their class together. So. They are studying, which truly they are (no funny business, don't worry, 30 year old boyfriend). And they seem to be happy, and well fed. Because before leaving for work I had left a chicken breast out to thaw. I come home, thinking that either it would still be there, waiting to be loved and made into deliciousness, or that the roommate would have made it into something. And she did. And she and he freaking ate it all. So I need to study for a final, and I need to eat, because I never really ate lunch, even though I was going to have roast.... so now I'm like, "Go my osh, they ate my food and are super loud and I'm horrible at studying when there are people here." So I decided to write a blog post about it because I'm whiny. And then secretly what they're doing is studying randomly interspersed with interesting and good conversation. So nothing is accomplished on my end but vague frustration. Which continues to be the case, as he leaves, and my roommate does her D&C final. Which should be good, because peace and quiet, right? Good for studying. No. Apparently all I want to do is talk and avoid studying for this final. Which I imagine wouldn't be terribly difficult if it weren't for the very insistent nagging voice in my head telling me to make good decisions with my life, as I have thus far failed to do so. But I will prevail! Hopefully in the making good life decision direction...