Monday, May 15, 2006
Wanted: Roomate
I appear to have misplaced my roomate. She hasn't been here since Saturday. She said that she was going to be back that night. Then I thought that she would come back Sunday night then, since maybe she was spending the day with her family or something. She has work at 8am and then til 5pm. It is now 6:30. Her bed hasn't been slept in and there's no sign that she has been home at all, since I've been here most of the time. I'm really worried about where she might be. I realized I don't have any contact information for her, and so I looked her up on Route Y in the Directory. I am obviously not a stalker, so it should be okay for me to obtain that information. There's a ward social tonight, and I don't know if she even has any knowledge of it, since she's been gone. I hope she hasn't gotten into an accident, or anything worse. I think we might've gotten a call if anything too bad would have happened. That is my recent turmoil right now, I don't mind having the room to myself, you know, but it's when you don't know where the other person is and they were supposed to be back sooner is where the problem lies. Hopefully all that happened is that she ended up staying home longer than she expected, since she doesn't have a car and would be transported here by her boyfriend. I think it must be the maternal instinct I have or something, I act like a Mom some of the time, maybe because I want to be one or something someday. Anyway, I'll let you know if she decides to surface.
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There was a guy in my ward at the beginning of fall semester (next door to me, actually) who had just gotten back from his mission a couple weeks before. Anyways, he seemed like a nice enough guy and all, but he wore his suit and carried his scriptures everywhere (that's a problem, by the way).
After maybe two weeks here, he just kind of disappeared. He left most of his stuff in the apartment, too. I guess he stopped at the door (with his roommates in their room in back) and shouted "Bye!" He paused and said "I love you guys!" or something like that (a very missionary-esque thing to do, by the way), and he left.
After a couple of days, the bishop got a call from his worried roommates. Somehow, eventually they figured out that he had quit school and gone to live with his aunt and uncle or something, somewhere close by.
So since then, our bishop decided to keep an emergency contacts sheet in every apartment, so roommates will have somewhere to start looking when things like that happen.
That's all.
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