Sophie sophie sophie...
... that girl livened up everybody's uni halls experience. She was a little bit of a hermit and didn't really talk to anybody, but since me and my mates weren't like the rest of useless twunts in my block we reached out and befriended her. We invited her to sit with us at meals (Stupid catered hall) and watch dvds in the evening etc. She even came down to the hall bar a few times with us.

Then. She flipped.

Out at a bar one evening, I happened to be talking to a young gentleman I sort of had my eye on and Sophie, not really having a mind of her own, decided to have her eye on him too. The friends had sort of engineered it so that the pair of us were alone, which caused meltdown in sophie's fragile state. She then proceeded to throw *my own pint* at me and run out of the bar and try and throw herself under a car.

Calling an end to the night, we graciously tried to help her home, which was greeted with much abuse, scratching, spitting and swearing. Back at halls she proceeded to smash up the bathroom and throw bottles at people. We *thought* she was trashing her room, but it turned out she was just throwing her spare change against her door. Which actually make me snort quite audibly at the security guard we had to call.

Other classic sophie-isms:
- Only ever eating frozen waffles cooked in a toaster.
- Making me eat her edible underwear.
- Having pictures of child/elderly actors on her wall.
- Leaving messages on her door asking her to be woken up for her 9am lectures. If you did wake her up, she throw things at you.
- Pretending to be drinking straight vodka, but was really drinking water. Didn't occur to her to NOT share it, thus giving away herself away.
- Masturbating in the communal bathroom. The giggling, sighing and splashing confirmed that for me.

Now, whenever I feel a little twinge of missing her antics I just read her myspace blog instead. Cheers me up everytime, without fail.
(thants, Tue 10 Apr 2007, 14:02, Reply)