Pico de Gallo

It seems trivial now that i worried so much about getting along with my room mates as we sit and bond with chatty girl talk. But upon first arriving i was greeted by two wacky suitemates that only exhaserbated my nervous jitters of the first day of college.  I worried night and day about how i was going to deal with the apparent "triscuit monster" (my room mate that decided to cover our floor in broken triscuits ) and the other room mate that wouldn't stop apologizing for everything. But all it took was one night out and some extra sour cream on our burritos at a small hole in the wall restaurant on south street to start the understanding and stop the judging. Now there isn't a time we don't joke around and accept each other quirks as just that, part of their personality that goes unchanged and influences me to be myself. i sat down to write this blog on my bed while my sick room mate sneezed and coughed beside me, but before i even started the first sentence my room was suddenly filled with laughter.The apologizing room mate just got back from professing her love to a boy she has known all her life and found out it was not unrequited. We now share stories of our past and hopes for our future. I hope the sour cream and burritos never run out.