Jane isn’t really my roommate’s name, but I don’t really want to use her real name, so from here on out, you will know her as Jane.

Before I get too in detail about the antics of our daily lives, I suppose I should introduce you to Jane first. She is an ogre, at best. I know that is awful of me to say, but I’m at my breaking point. Niceness went out the window a long time ago. She has an odd smell to her. I can’t even describe it. Maybe it’s because I rarely see her shower. She doesn’t look like a dirty person, but I only notice her showering once every three days or so.

She is a VERY slow mover. She takes the longest time to complete simple tasks. Like grabbing a straw, for instance. Not something that should take a person more than a second. Yet, somehow, she manages to make it take long enough that I am annoyed with the amount of time I’m standing waiting for her to go sit down in the cafeteria, which brings me to my next point. We’re not exactly friends. We’re not not friends, but I don’t want to spend much time with her. I’m very good friends with some other people on our floor, so I spend a lot of time in their rooms. For some reason, Jane thinks that if I am somewhere, she is automatically invited too. It gets very, very annoying. More on that another time.

She is also inviting her boyfriend over here all the time. They just go to town like I’m not even here! If they would ask me to leave, I’d fucking leave. They’re disgusting. But, I don’t want to give much more away about good ol’ Jane from the start!