Half-Empty

Both girls moved out at 4:45 this morning.

We had a last meal last night, followed by one last outing to The Red Room for Latin night. Damn, it's awfully quiet here. No more loud Spanish coming from the room of the Venezuelan girl when she is spending the 40% of her day on the phone. No more squealy cheers when the girls both get excited about something and start holding hands and jumping up and down the way girls always do.

At least they'll be back sometime during the next academic year, but by then, my German roommate would've already moved back to Germany, so this was the last time all four of us will be together. Me and my German roommate told the girls that we've spoken to the building administrator, and she's replacing them with two hot blonde chicks. But that was a lie to get them jealous.

So sad that good things never last, but bad things cling to your ass like a soiled diaper.

The Last Supper of Room 202