Moving in with Matt will be pretty interesting. Being an only child i’ve only ever had two roommates, and they’ve both been during college. One was the dreaded Viktor, who i spoke about at length last week (trust me, you don’t need a link to find it). The other one was Kenny. Kenny and i were randomly paired to be freshman year roommates based on the fact that neither of us smoked. I wasn’t especially comforted by the lack of further questions, such as “Are you a misogynist?” and “Do you have especially poor taste in music?” Left without a decent screening process, i waited in terror.
In perhaps the happiest turn of events in my entire life, the terror was for naught. Kenny wound up being enough like me that we got along, and different enough to spark many a discussion starting at 1am. His copy of NFK2k only sweetened the deal. And, while he brought his fair share of drama and procrastination into the mix, Kenny and i worked perfectly. We were both a little disorganized. He went home on weekends while i liked to lounge. I did theatre at night while he did work and took naps. I loved female singer songwriters and he liked hip hop … the list continues forever. What i will always appreciate about him is that every conflicting impulse (our taste in music, for example) wasn’t so much solved as it was resolved. There were nights that we took turns listening to Dr. Dre and Tori, and there were night when he blasted Busta while i strummed my guitar. Once i even played along to Busta, but he wasn’t there. Kenny even dug my songwriting, and we listened to my whole demo on his stereo when i first burned it.
Freshman year was totally made by the fact that i did not have roommate troubles, just as this summer was broken by them. Here comes Sophomore year. And the fun begins on Wednesday.