I barely knew the girl apart from quick hellos in the hallway or cafeteria. She was an English major, a bit of a goth and very emo. Most of the diary was standard relationship angst, but occasionally she'd describe a mutual friend or shared event in great detail. It turns out that she was good friends with my first-year roommate, K, a quiet and studious girl from my highschool.

Hindsight being 20/20, I should have never signed up to be her roommate but the "devil you know" principle made sense at the time. K had a huge crush on a guy who lived upstairs, unrequited in spite of her (overly subtle, in my opinion) machinations. Also, the guy was my friend and had no interest in starting anything up with my shy and retiring roommate.

It turns out that he was the subject of much breathless speculation by this group of girls, something that I had not realized at the time. In any case, he and I were good friends, that is until I decided he was too hot for mere friendship.

Of course, I didnt realize this was against the "rules" since my id was pretty much running things at the time. Still, the fallout didn't seem to hit me because I was selfish and popular. I was also a bad roommate for barging into the room at 7am after a night of clubbing, or letting my friends in at 3am after they threw rocks at my window and yelled for 5 minutes. Never quite realized what a bastard I was until I read this diary.

Hah. Freshman year was so good.