Since awkward things don't tend to happen when I'm sitting in my room all day long, there is not much to report. However, since there have been many requests for more stories, I will share a few of my more awkward incidences from the past.
I feel like I need to explain a bit before I can jump right into this story. My freshman year of college my roommate and I lived on the boy's side of the building. I guess there were too many girls and not enough boys, so we got the boot. It really wasn't that big of a deal, but it sure provided for some interesting experiences.
And this is where the story of our friendship with our neighbors really begins. My very first night in the dorm was before most people moved in. My parents had come to help me move everything in, and had left me. All alone. Sad. But anyway, I was so terrified to go out of my room that I pretty much sat there watching tv the whole afternoon. When I finally got up the courage to leave to walk down the hall and around the corner to bathroom, I noticed that the names that were on my door when I moved in were no longer there. That's right, some boy had stolen my nametag! When I came back to my room, I noticed that, sure enough, they were there on the door right across from mine. Well, I was too scared to do anything about it, so I just left it, and went into my room a little irritated. I woke up the next morning to find that the names had been returned to their rightful spots. It turns out that the guys had come to move in that morning and were equally surprised to find girls names on their door.
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