Sounds like Laszlo to me.

Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.

Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.

Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.

Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…

My roommates reactions when I say I think the house is haunted

1750s kids don’t scare easily

Charles De Mar energy.

“I’ve been going to this high school for seven and a half years. I’m no dummy.”