My Roommate Says That He's a Demon and I Don't Think He's Joking.
Okay, so this is an on-going thing, but I think I should probably explain how all of this stuff started. Where’s a better place to start than the beginning, right? Anyway, this all started in my freshmen year of college.
I’d been (and still am; right now I’m in my junior undergrad year) going to the U dub and am majoring in Biology; specifically, Ecology, Evolution, and Conservation. It’s always been a subject that interested me. I’d decided to live on-campus, since my parents lived about five to six hours from the campus (depending on the route and transportation), and a lot of my classes would require that, if I was living with them, I’d have to get up at two or three in the morning to make it on time. Since I am most definitely NOT a morning/midnight person, I thought it would be much better to live closer. So, I packed up and moved out to live in an on-campus dormitory, or ‘resident hall’, that I learned had two other guys in it. I met one of them the first day I got there.
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