Growing Up

So my English Professor is making us blog every single day for the rest of the semester. Yuck. Yes, Dr. Birrell, I said YUCK!  But I will do my best to do as asked and post daily about my silly little life.  Here we go.

Today the subject of growing up has been in the air.  Along with the awful smog and smoke in the air we, as in my roommates Melissa, Rachel, and I, have discovered we can no longer live like this.  Some one needs to grow up and I'm not afraid to say it's not one of us.  Her name is Vivi.  The fourth roommate.  Talk about a 'Molly-Mormon'. Oh dear, the battles we have had. But in our defense we have tried to get along with her.  We have tried to be nice.  We have tried to not be rude.  Yesterday it all blew up in our faces and all four of us were put on the path to Hell.  Vivi has had enough of our 'party ways' and is finally moving out.  I don't even feel bad, I doubt Meli and Rachel do either.

Apparently she has told the entire ward, including the Bishop, how we are awful human beings and that we party every night until 4 in the morning.  That is really funny to me because I must have missed all the parties in my own apartment. Must have been when I was wearing sweat pants and watching Tangled with Meli and Rachel.  Funny.

Tonight the three of us got dressed and attended the FHE to show that we aren't what our other roommate has said about us.  We were hoping to start fresh and that things will go better for everyone.  We soon realized that we really are the party girls compared to the rest of the ward.  Oh no.  These poor girls need some serious help and the boys are well, just that, boys.  We didn't make in an hour before we were inching toward the door praying that no one would notice our leave.  And then we all laughed the whole way home realizing how silly this all is.

Some one needs to grow up.  My two roommates and I are from different walks of life.  We see the world so differently and yet we get a long.  We laugh. We love. We are enjoying our lives.  We have grown up for the time being and we have put aside our differences.  It is the fourth roommates turn.  I'm sad to say that I doubt she will.  She is very set in her ways and not willing to move.  I sure hope she can survive her life because she is only making it harder on herself.  As my roommate Rachel stated tonight, "That girl needs to either go suck her thumb or grow up!"  So Vivi, here's your chance.  Other than that, don't let the door hit you on the way out.