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A few hours ago, everything reeked of pot. My obnoxious suitemate was blabbering on about how the "fucking idiots" on this floor would never figure out that it was her, and going on and on about rolling and smoking joints in her room. I wish I had had a tape recorder, so I could hold onto it for proof the next time the RAs get suspicious. Did last semester teach us nothing? At least I can say that my time with her is more than halfway over. We haven't had to submit housing applications yet, but I know who I'm living with next year, and I'm extremely excited to get away from her.