My second, more accurate, impression of Chris.

He’s tall, probably 6″1 or so. Skinny, which emphasizes his height. Scruffy but seems not dirty. We look about the same age I suppose, although he’s 25 and I’m 28.

His previous roommate and her boyfriend told me to expect to eat lots of cookies. He doesn’t party. He hangs around the apartment a lot. He gets up super early but is done with classes just after noon.

He has a style of speaking which makes me think his cookies are occasionally filled with weed. ****** and her third grade-isms had a detrimental effect on my vocabulary but I don’t think Chris dropping his slacker-cool lingo on me is going to be an improvement.

The day I moved in he was in the kitchen making cookies. He told me he wanted to fake freak out like a drill sergeant yelling about the way it’s going to be and rules and such, but he chickened out. We talked about the apartment logistics, the neighbourhood, and then movies, video games, and cookies. He used Clerks to explain what playing Resident Evil 4 before the older versions is like.

“It’s like seeing Clerks 2 before seeing Clerks 1”
“Oh. I never saw Clerks 2.”
“REALLY!!! Oh! We have to watch that together.”
“Yeah, ok.”
“Its got elements of Mallrats. Clerks 1 is spoofed big. Randall’s character is much more developed and Jay and Silent Bob are .. you know Jay and Silent Bob.”
“And they’re colourized.”
“Yeah color. The dialogue in Clerks 1 was way overdone”
“It was pretty thick.”
“Do you like Star Wars?”
*slight pause (who doesn’t like Star Wars right?)*
“Yeah”
“We’re going to get along well!! Look what I printed out!”
“Oh! Wookie Cookies! I see.”
“They don’t have anything to do with Star Wars but they have cinnamon.”
“Wookies are cinnamon coloured.”
“Yeah they are. And look, VAMILLA! Not Vanilla!”

Followed by a hilariously awkward fridge cleaning scene.

The End.