Contact has finally been made between my room mate and I!
She returned my phone call around 8PM last night, and we talked merrily for about 45 minutes. She seems like a pleasant girl, in that "this-is-the-first-time-I'm-talking-to-you-so-I-better-be-polite" sort of way. We discussed movies (I must make her watch Reservoir Dogs and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas), music (I audibly groaned at her admission to liking "pop-punk", so I have another candidate for Velvet Underground- and Tom Waits-conversion), art classes, and appliances. Apparently, she has already taken care of the mini-fridge and telephone, so I just have the media devices and iron to do. And, yes, I do require an iron- I have a lot of pairs of wool pants, and those need to ironed constantly. She does like Kurt Vonnegut, which is nice. She said she is eager to meet me, but I'm not so sure if I would be eager to meet me.
I'm going to call her one more time to finalize who-is-brining-what appliance, and then I probably won't contact her again until move-in day.
Edit: New painting: [link]
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