Oh god, the occupier of the room of requirement. What do I do? How do I return the stuff I took without him noticing? The Stats170 textbook; the blankets; the duvet cover?!
'I'm Dean'
'Sorry? Did you say Dane?'
'No, Dean'
Oh My God. They have weird accents. They are Australian. ARGH!!!!!
First impressions are always interesting. I immediately got this vibe that Jeremy was a bubbly, live for the now kind of guy. Laid back, but in control. I can say now I think I was pretty much right. Dean on the other hand: quieter, polite?? Haha, noooooooooo. How wrong I was. He was definitely much more difficult to read.
Later that night the boys sauntered over to mine and MK's room. 'You're not clean freaks are you?'
'No'
'Good, otherwise we won't get on'
Over the next few days I discovered the joys of living with boys. Climbing corridor walls was fun.
However as anyone who lives with boys probably knows..with boys comes mess..and beer.
MK and I soon discovered the futility of clearing up after boys. Especially after 'a chat' with them ('this is serious!') about it that ended up with them snorting in our faces. So, instead, on my part anyway, we began morphing into one ourselves. This way we could turn a blind eye to the food on the carpet or the beer infested coffee table. Thank god that the dishwasher resisted breaking until the end of the semester.
I could go on about these messy kids for yonks, but the fact is they have grown to be like brothers to me. No matter how much I moan at them or about them..they are a massive part of my Australian family.
Flat 9:
MK: Alcoholic Chicken Mum.
Me: Responsible Older Sister.
Dean: Irresponsible, Argumentative Depressive Maniac of a brother who loves telling everyone how he nearly died twenty times although we've already heard the story before.
Jeremy: Irresponsible, Dubstep, 'Street-Art' Obsessed brother who also has a penchant for Chai tea.
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