Dear Mystery Roommate,
It is with great trepidation that I compose this message to thee, my prospective dormitory partner. I have just been informed of a plot formed to result in my own demise! This dastardly scheme has greatly unsettled me. I pray you are not privy to the plan...
I hope you don't take my mistrust too seriously. I just happen to be engrossed in Agatha Christie's spectacular novel And Then There Were None. Mystery novels can get me a bit on edge. In fact, whenever I immerse myself in a truly fascinating work of literature I usually tend to start acting like the narrator. It would be best if you remembered that about me. I would rather not be questioned on my insanity when I reread The Turn of the Screw.
I do enjoy a good book, but my passion for mystery trumps my love of the written word. Having an unsolved puzzle at my fingertips gives me the greatest pleasure. That probably explains why I love engineering. Once I figure out the mechanics of any object, it's like a treasure has opened up to me. My constant itch to figure out how things work might become a bit annoying to you. I should now apologize in advance for tinkering with your fridge/lamp/popcorn popper; I cannot help being fascinated with the magic of modern inventions. If you would like, I would love to share my discoveries with you. Who wouldn't want to uncover the inner workings of a toaster oven?
My love of mystery might also explain my infatuation with astronomy. Space is the ultimate unsolved mystery, the never-ending story. Even with infinite exploration, humans will barely tap the surface of the enormity that is the universe. However, I am doing my best, so you will often see my dorm bed empty when clouds are not obscuring the night sky.
But college is like a mystery novel in itself. A cast of characters, each with their own distinctive personalities, throw into a dorm hall together. Even you, roomie, are a mystery to me at the moment. Nevertheless, I am truly excited to discover your story and find out your own quirky habits. Together, we can figure out how exactly we fit in, and then we can take Stanford by storm.
I need to cut it down about 100 characters, suggestions are greatly appreciated!
It is with great trepidation that I compose this message to thee, my prospective dormitory partner. I have just been informed of a plot formed to result in my own demise! This dastardly scheme has greatly unsettled me. I pray you are not privy to the plan...
I hope you don't take my mistrust too seriously. I just happen to be engrossed in Agatha Christie's spectacular novel And Then There Were None. Mystery novels can get me a bit on edge. In fact, whenever I immerse myself in a truly fascinating work of literature I usually tend to start acting like the narrator. It would be best if you remembered that about me. I would rather not be questioned on my insanity when I reread The Turn of the Screw.
I do enjoy a good book, but my passion for mystery trumps my love of the written word. Having an unsolved puzzle at my fingertips gives me the greatest pleasure. That probably explains why I love engineering. Once I figure out the mechanics of any object, it's like a treasure has opened up to me. My constant itch to figure out how things work might become a bit annoying to you. I should now apologize in advance for tinkering with your fridge/lamp/popcorn popper; I cannot help being fascinated with the magic of modern inventions. If you would like, I would love to share my discoveries with you. Who wouldn't want to uncover the inner workings of a toaster oven?
My love of mystery might also explain my infatuation with astronomy. Space is the ultimate unsolved mystery, the never-ending story. Even with infinite exploration, humans will barely tap the surface of the enormity that is the universe. However, I am doing my best, so you will often see my dorm bed empty when clouds are not obscuring the night sky.
But college is like a mystery novel in itself. A cast of characters, each with their own distinctive personalities, throw into a dorm hall together. Even you, roomie, are a mystery to me at the moment. Nevertheless, I am truly excited to discover your story and find out your own quirky habits. Together, we can figure out how exactly we fit in, and then we can take Stanford by storm.
I need to cut it down about 100 characters, suggestions are greatly appreciated!
