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Me: *walks in with a food container from Muddy*
Emma: You went to Muddy?
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Emma: You're going camping?
Me: Huh?
Emma: Friday, you said something about not being here on Friday.
Me: Oh, no, I'm going on a retreat.
Emma: Oh. With a club?
Me: Yeah.
Emma: Which club?
Me: AWoL.
Emma: Oh. *laugh* I have no idea.
Me: All Ways of Loving.
Emma: ... For animal?
Me: Nope, people.
Emma: ... Transgender?
Me: Everyone. Gay, straight, bi, lesbian, transgender, everyone.
Emma: Oh.
Me: *starts eating*
Emma: Is it camping?

Oh my GOD. ATTENTION SPAN OF A PUPPY. This is why I don't like talking to her. Everything you say just freaking coasts through her head and out the other side.

Also, I got back here like 40 minutes ago and she was in the shower. I left at 12:15 and she had just turned off the shower. Factor in maybe 2-3 minutes for her to get dressed. It's nearly 1pm and she's still doing her makeup. I saw Moffa on my way to Muddy, sitting outside of Sunderland Hall with an umbrella up, and when I came back he was gone... I think he either texted her and she told him to go on, or he said "Fuck it, I'm hungry" and left. (The latter isn't really him at all, but my mind totally plays it out that way.)

Rooming with Heather next year's gonna be awesome. She doesn't wear makeup, she's not a ditz, we get along far better...