the day we met.

Hello. My name is Megan. I live with four other girls named Celeste, Kelsey, Lindsay, and Laura. We are roommates. They do not like to post on our blog, so I do. Just kidding. I'm sure they would if they had time.
I'm going to tell a story that happened, oh, about two and a half months ago.

The date was August 21st, 2009. Celeste and Megan, who had previously lived four hours away from each other, but were friends nonetheless, planned to meet in the late morning at the clubhouse to check into their new apartment. After filling out enormous amounts of paperwork, they were finally given the keys to their apartment, and ran up to see it. They were full of joy and love to see that it looked like all the other apartments in the complex. After cleaning it up a little, the two of them started to unpack. A while later, another girl showed up. Her name was Lindsay. Megan had found out that she and Lindsay had been in a Math 1010 class the year before. A few hours after that, another girl showed up. This one's name was, and still is, Laura. She kept to herself a lot, which led Celeste and Megan to think that she hated them--which you will find out later in the story is certainly not true. A few days later, Kelsey showed up, and we helped her move all of her stuff into the right apartment, because the management had put her in the wrong apartment before she went home. You see, Kelsey had moved in a few weeks before everyone, but went home the weekend everyone moved in. So we didn't meet her until later. Well, things were awkward. Everyone was a little shy about meeting new roommates. We eventually got used to each other, but not fully comfortable with the idea that we were all living with people we didn't know. Then one night, someone had the idea of having a sleep over. We got two matresses and laid them on the floor in the living room, and watching the movie Sleep Over. Megan suggested that everyone should start farting in front of each other, because she was tired of holding them in to avoid the awkward moment that would follow. So Kelsey ripped them all night, and Megan was pleased. From then on, we've been pretty dang good friends. Our neighbors who live below us always tell us of how it sounds like we're wrestling, because apparently we make loud noises every night. We also cheer for those who walk through our front door, and call each other "brat" and "poopy head" in obnoxious voices. This is how we are. Hugs to you.

-Megan