"Where there's hair, there's smell." Although I did chime in and mention that where there's thick hair, there's smell because our arms and legs don't really smell...well, at least mine don't...
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Saturday, July 30, 2005
the best things in life are free...
So we had a party last night and I think it went pretty well. I love waking up the next morning with our girl friends, recapping what had happened the night before - people falling into bushes, seeing people's asses, going through all the blackmail pictures we took (always a good sign that we had a good time). It was a warm day with a breeze coming into our house and my awesome roommate cooked us all brunch and we all sat around just chillin' for a couple hours, not doing anything. We hadn't done this in awhile and I forgot what it felt like to just sit there doing absolutely nothing with a group of friends you love hanging out with, people you can't live without.
I had a conversation with my sister over the phone the other day and I told her we were having a party. She said, "Oh, who's all going?" I said I don't know; so far we have about 40 people on our evite. She said "That's it? We normally have parties where we invite like 300 people. 40 doesn't seem like that many people. How come you don't invite anyone else?" I said, "We don't have anyone else to invite. We really don't know that many people and we already invited friends of friends." Then she said, "Is this what happens when a bunch of introverted people become friends?" At that point, I didn't really know what to say and my response was "I guess." But I don't really think that we're all that introverted - my personality test did say that I was an extrovert...haha. Talking with my sister made me feel like our group of friends didn't really have that many friends at all, compared to her 300. She then said "I guess it's because you have a really close core group of friends whereas I don't think I have that. I have a bunch of different group of friends that we hang out with on different occassions." And I said, "Yea, that's true."
After that conversation, I thought about my friends and how we all are pretty close. Some of us work together, live together, and hang out together. People always ask us if we fight and get sick of each other, but really, we don't fight at all, and I don't think we're sick of each other either.
It's weird how all of us came together, like it was fate. I met my roommate at our freshman college orientation and we ended up, coincidentally, living in the same dorm our freshman year. I met another one of the gals at my orientation as well - she was my orientation roommate for the weekend and we didn't really talk or hang out with each other at all. Then one day of our senior year in collge, after four years of not seeing or speaking with each other, we ended up working at the same company for an internship, and ever since then, we've become really good friends. I met the fourth in our group, Soy Beans, through my next door neighbor in our dorm, a girl who used to be a good friend. Ironically, I'm better friends with Soy Beans now than I am with her. It's really strange how things work out. I guess my freshman year in college was a good year for me.
So I thought about whether it's better to have that huge group of 300 friends or having a small close group of friends, and I came to the conclusion that I'm totally fine with where I am now with my small group of friends. We have fun, and sometimes that's all that really matters - and I'm happy with that because I don't think we'd all be the same people we are now if it were any different.
I had a conversation with my sister over the phone the other day and I told her we were having a party. She said, "Oh, who's all going?" I said I don't know; so far we have about 40 people on our evite. She said "That's it? We normally have parties where we invite like 300 people. 40 doesn't seem like that many people. How come you don't invite anyone else?" I said, "We don't have anyone else to invite. We really don't know that many people and we already invited friends of friends." Then she said, "Is this what happens when a bunch of introverted people become friends?" At that point, I didn't really know what to say and my response was "I guess." But I don't really think that we're all that introverted - my personality test did say that I was an extrovert...haha. Talking with my sister made me feel like our group of friends didn't really have that many friends at all, compared to her 300. She then said "I guess it's because you have a really close core group of friends whereas I don't think I have that. I have a bunch of different group of friends that we hang out with on different occassions." And I said, "Yea, that's true."
After that conversation, I thought about my friends and how we all are pretty close. Some of us work together, live together, and hang out together. People always ask us if we fight and get sick of each other, but really, we don't fight at all, and I don't think we're sick of each other either.
It's weird how all of us came together, like it was fate. I met my roommate at our freshman college orientation and we ended up, coincidentally, living in the same dorm our freshman year. I met another one of the gals at my orientation as well - she was my orientation roommate for the weekend and we didn't really talk or hang out with each other at all. Then one day of our senior year in collge, after four years of not seeing or speaking with each other, we ended up working at the same company for an internship, and ever since then, we've become really good friends. I met the fourth in our group, Soy Beans, through my next door neighbor in our dorm, a girl who used to be a good friend. Ironically, I'm better friends with Soy Beans now than I am with her. It's really strange how things work out. I guess my freshman year in college was a good year for me.
So I thought about whether it's better to have that huge group of 300 friends or having a small close group of friends, and I came to the conclusion that I'm totally fine with where I am now with my small group of friends. We have fun, and sometimes that's all that really matters - and I'm happy with that because I don't think we'd all be the same people we are now if it were any different.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
burning down the house
So I came home one Sunday night aorund 9:30PM and Rich was the only one there, sitting at the dining table with his laptop. I go into the kitchen and noticed that he had his meet marinating out on the counter, so I asked, "You didn't eat yet?" He replied, "No, I'm waiting for the rice to cook." I asked "When did you cook it?" He said, "Around 8:00." I then proceeded to walk over to the rice cooker because it can't possibly take and hour and a half to cook rice. The rice was cooked, and had been for probably about an hour on the "keep warm" button. So I told him...he said "Shit! I wonder how long it's been like that! There's no green button to say that it's ready? Man, I'm starving too!" He then started to scoop the rice but it was a little mushy cuz he had put too much water...you should have seen the look of disappointment on his face.
He then started to cook his steak and I hear "Oh shit!" while I was standing at the sink. I turn around to discover that the pan was on fire and before the fire could burn anything else, he pulled the pan off of the stove and started to blow out the fire with his mouth, which surprisingly worked. He almost freakin' burned our house down! And he said "That was cool!!! It was like I was a real chef!" I responded with, "No, that wasn't cool man. You almost burned down our house!"
Guys...and this one doesn't even really live with us...
He then started to cook his steak and I hear "Oh shit!" while I was standing at the sink. I turn around to discover that the pan was on fire and before the fire could burn anything else, he pulled the pan off of the stove and started to blow out the fire with his mouth, which surprisingly worked. He almost freakin' burned our house down! And he said "That was cool!!! It was like I was a real chef!" I responded with, "No, that wasn't cool man. You almost burned down our house!"
Guys...and this one doesn't even really live with us...
tyraid?
We, my roommates - two permanent and one temporary, were playing scrabble last night and who knew it would be as entertaining as it was. Two of them, guys (let's call the first one 'T-man' and the other 'Rich'), didn't really know all the rules. The first word that wasn't really a word that was formed was "tyraid" where the "T-Y" was added onto the already formed word "raid." Rich kept insisting that it was a real word and got T-man to back him up that I was almost convinced that it was a real word. The sensible roommate #1 (the other girl in the house) defiantly said that it wasn't a real word. She told them to use it in a sentence. Here's what they came up with: "The tyrant went on a tyraid." LOL...no, "tyraid" is not a word.
At the end of the game, we all had some tiles left and were trying to get rid of as many as possible. Rich ended up having about 5 tiles left, one was a "Y" (worth 4 points), one was a "Z" (worth 10 points), and the others were one point tiles. He really wanted to get rid of his "Z" and kept insisting that "oz" was a word. Roommate #1 challenged him and he lost but kept stating that it was in the dictionary - yes, it was, but as an abbreviation of the word "ounce," and abbreviations are not allowed in the game. He then insisted that it was a place like in The Wizard of Oz but you can't use pronouns, so no, you can't use it. He then said "then what's 'west' then?" (a word that was already on the board). I then rebutted, "It's a direction, like north, south, east, west - not a place OR a pronoun."
So the game ended and Rich was frustrated while T-man was laughing because he thought it was a funny game. Rich ended up going online to look up "tyraid" which didn't exist and "oz" again which was still an abbreviation and a place...
Wait til I tell you the next story about Rich...
At the end of the game, we all had some tiles left and were trying to get rid of as many as possible. Rich ended up having about 5 tiles left, one was a "Y" (worth 4 points), one was a "Z" (worth 10 points), and the others were one point tiles. He really wanted to get rid of his "Z" and kept insisting that "oz" was a word. Roommate #1 challenged him and he lost but kept stating that it was in the dictionary - yes, it was, but as an abbreviation of the word "ounce," and abbreviations are not allowed in the game. He then insisted that it was a place like in The Wizard of Oz but you can't use pronouns, so no, you can't use it. He then said "then what's 'west' then?" (a word that was already on the board). I then rebutted, "It's a direction, like north, south, east, west - not a place OR a pronoun."
So the game ended and Rich was frustrated while T-man was laughing because he thought it was a funny game. Rich ended up going online to look up "tyraid" which didn't exist and "oz" again which was still an abbreviation and a place...
Wait til I tell you the next story about Rich...
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