An old friend once told me "A good friend should make the good times seem twice as good and the bad times half as bad". My roommates have been such an inspiration to me and have stood by me through all the ups and downs this year. I moved in a year ago with these roommates into a basement apartment. We spent the majority of the summer trying to identify and localize the putrid, stale...no worse than stale, rotting, decaying odor...which we finally discovered radiated from the cesspool under our leaking sink. The management claimed to fix it, yet other problems surfaced, at night we could here water leaking in the air conditioning vents. The windows' seals were not tight and each morning the sprinklers pelted our window which often leaked into the room. We found thick black mold growing up the corners of our walls! All of us finally moved to the third floor, where we now only occasionally have unidentified odors (nine times out of ten it is Whitney's chicken or other rotting food in the fridge). I love these girls and have become better friends with them than anyone I have ever lived with.
This is a picture of my two favorite roommates, that is probably not very nice to say. Chelsea on the far right is my room roommate, and Jen or as we like to call her Juan-e-fer, is from Payson so clearly there is something special that makes them stand out above the rest. We spend a lot of time together and poor Chelsea has had to deal with phone calls in the middle of the night, me venting about stress at work, not to mention me just keeping her up late talking about boys, politics and my personal philosophy of life. I have to thank Juan-e-fer for helping me perfect my Mexican and Russian accents, with out her this would have been impossible, also pointless. Thanks girls! Keep in touch!