Oh dear lord... Please let the roommate moving in be normal. Please let all the things I've heard about her already be wrong. Please can I live with normal people this semester... amen.

I've lived in the same house with 5 girls for two and a half years now... which five girls is always changing... There have been 8 weddings. 8 bridezillas. I've gone through 12 roommates...

The new one is completely oblivious to the fact she lives with other people... On the plus side, she's never really home. On the negative side, when she is she's making messes that she doesn't clean up before she leaves the next time. When she is home, she's accompanied by her slightly backwoods homophobic boyfriend who has a tendency to eat and breath, with his mouth open.

Well.. There's another one moving in today. Self proclaimed coloratura soprano. Freshman. 18. Now, if you're new to the music stuff... classification of voice type is very German. Classification can change... but a knowledgeable teacher won't officially classify you until your voice has reached near maturity. (aka 20-22 yrs old for more lyric sounds and about 1000 for larger voices)... Classifying yourself that early as a 'coloratura' is slightly ego-y. Your teacher will give you an idea of where you're going and generalize you like soprano, mezzo soprano... but you don't receive words like "coloratura" "dramatic" "spinto" "Verdi" "Wagner" before your title until you've studied for years.

Please tell me I'm not living with a typical soprano. Please tell me I'm not living with the next department diva. Please tell me everything is going to be fine and that everyone that's met her and talked to me is wrong. Please let this not ruin my semester.

Well... here's to meeting the new roomie today... I'll drink to that. Hand me the Jager.

Nanette