3 + 1 = Us

I feel as if I can relate well to Jess from New Girl as of late. I have recently moved into a duplex with 3 boys. I say boys despite their ages (mid to late 20s). They have moments of brilliance, maturity, and compassion, but in reality, they are boys in men's bodies.
Life for boys consist of food (mostly fast or previously prepared) and the couch. What takes place on the couch involves food, or remotes and often blankets.
Other than the mountains of boxes piled in our rec room downstairs, I don't have any real complaints as of yet. It'll definitely be a learning experience for me... I'm not accustomed to living with boys (my brother doesn't count).

~You can run away from your problem, but you're just gonna find new ones that pop up~

A live, breathing, functioning Girl

We're not creepers, we just like to be aware of our surroundings, familiar with the going-ons of those around us. It provides a comfortable bubble of sorts. This way we know what to expect, and what sorts of activities and signs might suggest assistance is required (our the need for us to seek shelter). Really it is what makes us good neighbours.
I've previously mentioned our neighbours (Ugly Naked Guy and Greasy Computer Guy). My roommates and I had the... unfortunate experience of being witness to much of their personal life. Thankfully, it has been a while since such an incident has occurred.

The other day, however, I witnessed a most unusual event. As I was heading downstairs, I looked out our window that faced UNG and GCG house and what did I see- a GIRL taking out the trash!
Instantly the following quote from Beauty and the Beast popped into mind.

Chip: Momma, there's a girrrrl in the castle!
Mrs. Potts: Now Chip, I won't have you making up such wild stories.
Chip: But really, momma, I saw her.
Mrs. Potts: Not another word. Into the tub.
3rd party: A girl! I saw a girl in the castle!
Chip: See, I told ya!

Now I am not comparing any of the people involved to a disney character (I wish!). My point is, that Kara and I (for as soon as I saw her I called for her to come see as well, this way they had to believe me!) were about as shocked as Mrs. Potts to find a girl in that vicinity.
She was no Belle... I'm sure that we could come up with some nickname for her as well, maybe something relating to the colours in her hair. But for now we will remain shocked, and keep our eyes peeled for a second showing of this seemingly miraculous creature.

~Here in town there's only she, who is beautiful as me, so I'm making plans to woo and marry Belle~

Out with the Old, In with the New

Our fridge is on the verge of failure. We all know it is coming, and yet are hesitant to admit it- who knows what that may trigger! Kara called our landlord (who happens to be in Newfoundland, of course!) and informed his wife about our relationship with the fridge being on the rocks. She didn't doubt it (who didn't see this coming!).

Suggesting that we give the fridge a rest, maybe slowly ease him out of his duties, maybe move everything from the freezer into the mini-deep-freeze, in case of a complete breakdown, may do us some good.
A few days later, Mrs. Landlord called to give us the good news- she had found a replacement. Brand new and in top notch order! How could we deny such an offer!

And so, this evening, Kara and I found ourselves sorting through the fridge. Having to make decisions about what is worth keeping, and what is past it's time (literally and figuratively) was not a quick task. We came across a slew of interesting articles, a few that we had no recollection of and others we wish we had no recollection of!


While I sat on the floor, scrubbing the mess and stain (or as much as possible) from the shelves, a revelation came to me- isn't this just like life. There comes a time when certain elements of life are no longer functional and a complete revamping is required. It may not always be easy, or fun, but in the end well worth the pain.

~all that glitters is... not always gold~

Left Unsatisfied

Last night was my roommates and my last dance class. It is a regrettable end, but we are unwilling to pay $150 for 6 more lessons. We think that is a bit unreasonable.
After our grand finale of a performance, the 3 of us bare the cold for a stop at the Death By Chocolate down the street.

I love chocolate. And I know what you're thinking, she's a girl of course she loves chocolate. But my attachment reaches beyond mere fondness. Rather than an enjoyment, chocolate is an indispensable necessity. It's not an interest but a command. It is a craving that must be gratified.

So at Death By Chocolate I ate a glorious chocolate carmel cake, and my desires were satisfied. And I believed they would be till at least today. Such thoughts were quickly marred, however, for on our way home Misty mentioned in passing Boston Pizza. Suddenly, with no warning, my mouth began to salivate and I could almost taste the pizza. Almost, but not quite.

I began to crave pizza like I had not craved a food in a long time.

And of course, on the way home, we had to pass 6 pizza places, all of which with extremely strong scents...


~what kind of insane am I going to be pregnant, if this is what I'm like normally!~

Lick n' Spit

I have my computer (yet to be named) set to tell me the time on the hour. It has a mock-robotic sound to it, and tends to echo through the room.
Erin hates this noise. She shudders, jumps and squirms each, and every time it resonates through the room. Normally when she is in the room, I laugh to myself, and mute it. My intentions to be a good roommate, and respectful of other's feelings, but still find pleasure in the small things.

Today, I paid for those simple pleasures.
I brought my laptop to class to assist me in remaining conscious (by working on lesson plans of course!).  At about 1 minute to 3 I took out my laptop in preparation of taking notes and beginning my lesson plans. Within a moment my computer rang-out- "it's 3 o'clock". And with that, 70 faces turned in my direction.

For those of you who aren't personally familiar with me, I rarely (if ever) enjoy being the centre of attention. So when these 140 eyes turned to me I blushed. I turned red enough to stop traffic, and my face was hot enough to heat my house.
Of course it didn't help when one of my fellow students (a rather cute one I might add) commented on it, and laughed- a lot!


~next time come closer and say that to me~

Sweet Success?

Erin and I went out last night with a mission- get a guy to buy us a drink. Never before have we had a stranger just buy us a drink and we thought this would be an acceptable goal for our evening. With just the two of us, no one would have to learn of our failures and rejection if we fell flat on our face and so only our pride and self-confidence would be bruised.

Upon arriving at our chosen destination, we stood by the bar to set out our strategy. While deep in discussion and leaning against one of the bars, two boys (men?) came to the bar on either side of us. They ordered drinks, and then began talking to each other over/through (they weren't that tall) us. Erin pulled me away from the bar sub-consciously in order to allow their conversation to be un-obstructed by our presence.

So we stepped away from the bar, continuing our conversation. The next thing we knew, one of these previously mentioned boys/men handed Erin a shot. We both looked at it, and then the boys/men with disbelief. Upon recovering, Erin asks, "what about one for my friend here" motioning to me. They smiled and told us it was coming.
Success?
Success! (though I fear success isn't nearly as sweet as it would be if we had to work for it...)

We stayed talking with these members of the male sex for a while longer, and in doing so received two more shots, each.
While they seemed nice enough, they weren't enough to keep us hanging around. Though we fervently thank them for the drinks and confidence boost, we wish them all the best in their future endeavours.

~we didn't even have to wear lingerie~

Secrets

Every girl's got one [or more]. Whether they lie in the excluded details or undivulged accounts, they reside deep within her heart.

Misty and Erin interrogate me on my secrets. Some details were shared.
Now, Misty wonders by what means these ends were reached? She desires a tutorial, of sorts, of my 'arts'. Funny, I did not know I was an artist.
I ponder on the actions which lead to the events of interest. I stumbled upon only one deliberate (or was it?) behaviour on my part- being discretely forward. Let it be known what you want, without being audacious or facile. Plant those ideas and watch them bloom, then be prepared to [thoroughly] enjoy the crop.

Ideas hold more worth when you believe they are yours. So scatter your seeds about, and keep vigil. For the time will come when those secrets will be yours to hold.


-it's like a carrot on a tall pole-

Please Poke my Eyes Out

It seems to be time to give our neighbour a nickname. The one that pops into my head, as well as my roommates' is "Ugly Naked Guy." Yes I know that this is not an original name, but lately I have learned that it is beyond appropriate.

The other morning I came into the kitchen for some breakfast before heading off to school. I was at the sink (getting water I think, but the reason isn't important) and I happened to glance up through the window.

I was nearly sick.

For there, in the lit-up room, spread-eagle on top of his covers was out neighbour- entirely naked. Embarrassed, and feeling extremely uncomfortable I turned away from the sink and avoided the window for the remainder of the morning.

I hoped and prayed that this would be an isolated incident. I was wrong.

That afternoon when I returned home and was sharing this scaring experience with Misty, she informed me that she had been the victim of a similar episode this afternoon.

This is far from acceptable, and is most definitely not welcome. Perhaps in other circumstances, where he does not deserve the nickname "Ugly Naked Guy". But unfortunately, life is rarely that perfect.

-sometimes it is important to look at ourselves in the mirror-

Locked In

It has happened twice now in just over a week- as if the world is their's, they are free to roam and do as they wish.

The first time Misty and I saw it coming- well partially. Because of the nature of this certain individual, when we see him coming down the street, we tend to close the blinds, turn off the TV, and lock the doors (much to our guest's amusement). Generally, these actions are done in vain. This time, however, he did turn up our walkaway, and walked with purpose up our steps and in the front door- or at least he would have had we not just locked it moments before.

He tried to WALK into our house! Who does that!

Ok, some people do that, but those are the special people in your life that you trust and actually want in your house!

(there is, of course, a story which follows his attempted entry, but that is not the point of this anecdote)

Today, once again Misty and I were resting in our living room. Suddenly we heard footsteps coming up the front stairs. We were confused as Erin was napping, Kara was away for the weekend, and neither of us were expecting anyone.

We sat waiting for the knock. But it never came- instead the doorknob turned and the door rattled as the unknown visitor attempted to open our door! When he couldn't get in, he walked back down the stairs and along the sidewalk away from our house.

Upon recovering from the initial shock, I peered through the window to see who our almost-visitor was. I did not recognize the man. *shiver*

~not open for business~

Bond with Me

This year Erin and I are pleased to welcome 2 new roommates into our house! Misty (whom I have previously mentioned) and Kara (a new character in my anecdotes).

Yesterday the 4 of us had some most wonderful opportunities for quality roommate bonding. We began with a rather thorough purge of our basement. Apparently those who cam before us felt it acceptable to leave behind bags, boxes, and piles of their junk (and when I say junk, I mean literally- junk) behind when they moved. Old TVs, suitcases of papers, and bags of clothes.

The most interesting find of the day was a sealed container with all writing in german. For some unexplainable reason, Erin and Misty decided to open it... Kara and I did not get a chance to look inside due to the lightning speed of Misty upon Erin's first gag- apparently it was food... at some point.

Later, in a truly girl-fashion we celebrate out cleansing. This included slurpies, coconut rum, music, and lots of clothes... Sorry, that is all I'm at liberty to say (some people claim i have a 'big mouth', and I'm trying to fight that reputation).

In conclusion... I enjoy my roommates

~for the entertainment of the neighbours~

a small hole where he use to be

Erin and I are worried... we have not seen GCG in days! perhaps even a week!

The last time we had any sort of update (i use this in a very broad sense) was probably last week sometime when we were washing out dishes and noticed the desk and computer were gone! Then the next day it was in the corner right in front of the window, so instead of seeing the computer screen, we saw GCG's face. Honestly, that was more disturbing.

But since those twists of events, he (and the cats) have been MIA, and the blinds have been closed almost entirely!

Though we are thankful we no longer have to watch girl-on-girl while washing dishes, Erin and I are worried, and feel a sense of sadness for the loss of... entertainment?

Does that make us horrible people?

Will GCG get the wrong idea if Erin writes him a letter?

~wanted: a life for 2 young, easily entertained university students. apply below~

the window into a new world

i've previously told you about our neighbour, you know, the one who's computer faces our kitchen window. the one who watches porn, and even though Erin pounds on the window for him to turn it off/close his blinds, the next time (the same day in fact) the blinds are open again.

well this guy really has no shame.

he knows we can see him, yet his blinds are always open.

Over the past 2 and a half months we have seen far too many aspects of his pathetic life.

there's his World of Warcraft passion

girl-on-girl porn fetish (for breakfast...)

un-mother-approved eating habits (mhmm a 2L bottle of Pepsi and a large bag of salt n' vinegar ships sounds like a good dinner to me!!)

hand-bangin' bum shakin' awkward shifting dancing!

the most recent 'sharing' incident between his room and our kitchen was thankfully one i did not witness. instead, Erin was the fortunate observer of GCG (greasy computer guy) undressing.... (i try ever so hard not to laugh, because it truly was a painful and scarring experience for Erin).

Who knew that all that sitting at the computer, eating chips, and drinking pop wasn't good for his figure?!

however, in good news, he got a haircut, AND a new shirt!

~the life of a bachelor~

Pretend Boyfriend

i've discussed before my tendency to give people (usually ones i am not personally familiar with) nicknames, ie Nocab and Coffee Guy.

Well after over a years-long recess, it's back!

It began this year, with Misty, a friend of Erin's (now, i'm happy to say, my friend too!) informing Erin that she had found "THE MAN FOR YOU".

Apparently Misty had worked at camp with him over the summer, and she discovered that he was funny, kind-hearted, dramatic... basically, the male version of Erin! And, unlike myself, who is a candidate for "opposites attract", decided this was the perfect man for Erin.

Well this guy goes to school with us as well now. We see him from time to time (one of the most memorable being when he almost hit Erin with his bike!), having never been formally introduced however, we do not speak.

Though we do speak about him.

This guy became the topic of numerous conversations between us.

Originally he was called "Erin's Pretend Boyfriend"... but this became a bit long, and when talking in front of the uninformed, and public, we received a lot of strange looks. So, i decided that it was time that "Erin's Pretend Boyfriend" got a name.

And so he was named, Mario Licci.

We (well more so Erin) felt more at ease using this name then his previous title.

Mario has become the chief character in many of our anecdotes. A few have been let in on our code, though even they have been known to get confused. One friend in particular thought that Mario was his real name- honestly, whoever insists boys are observant must be on some sort of hallucinogen !

Since then, Erin has met Mario a few times.

The most memorable of them being their first meeting!

It went something like this: Mario stopped in front of our house with his ghetto van, opened the back, and helped Erin jump into a seat-less back seat, before quickly driving off like a maniac, while Erin held on in the back, praying for her life!

He he he... a great first impression!

Though our conversations about him have transformed into somewhat less-creepy varieties, his name(s) have remained.

~the game may have changed, but the name's the same~

the boy next door

a homecoming is the act of returning to something familiar.

after christmas holidays, the return to roommates, school, and unremarkable food was all too familiar and insipid for me.

this year, i was even less excited for this homecoming than usual, and rather than welcoming this all -to common life, i was repulsed. it was time for a change, something unpredictable, and intoxicating.

i had a number of possibilities in mind, yet taking steps to assure these visions was either out of my control, or far too daunting for my gutless self. so ultimately, i've made this bed i now live in.

however, there was something slightly different this time.

i walked into our kitchen and toward the sink where i planned to wash our seemingly-ever-dirty dishes, and as i squirted the biodegradable soap into the sink (despite the good intentions of its makers, it doesn't work and i do not recommend it) i looked out our window. out our window and straight into our neighbours bedroom!

i was rather shocked and confused- has this ever happened before? have i always been able to see right into this boy's (well, more like young man... though i'm not too sure how much of a "man" he is) room, and more specifically, right at his computer screen!?

i raised my questions and concerns with my roommates. Jordyn informed me that over the holidays the previous resident of this room had moved out, and this... guy was his replacement.

over the next few days we discovered a few things about our new... friend

(1) he doesn't like drawing his blinds, (2) he spends a LOT of time on his computer, (3) he really loves his cat(s) (i have yet to figure out if there is more than one or not), (4) if we knock on our window loud enough be can hear us.

no matter how insignificant and foolish this may seem to you, it gives me just the slightest bit of hope.

if the view through a meager kitchen window can so drastically change in just a few weeks, imagine the changes possible in the bigger picture!

~a new shade of grey~

I know what i'd like to be doing!

so, since lately i've been somewhat... preoccupied with my roommates, i will continue with one of my rants.

Jordyn has the tendency to place (completely unjustified) judgement on those around her. Due to the fact we live in the same house, and see a lot of each other, much of that judgement seems to fall upon Erin and me.

Whether it be "TV is bad for you, it'll rot your brain" (then she precedes to spend the entire day in front of the TV)

or "oh, you're watching the new The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe, i only watch the old one"

And those are only a small taste of them.

On top of the judgement, she loves stupid questions.

One day, i had my hair tied back, work clothes on, rubber gloves up to my elbows and a bucket and cloth in my hand. i was bend over the shower, scrubbing, when Jordyn walks by and asks in her perfected condescending tone "what are you doing?"

In my mind flashed the words "what do you mean 'what am i doing?', what on earth does it look like i'm doing! i'm cleaning the bathroom you slob!"

Similarly, one evening as Jordyn lay sprawled out on the couch watching TV (maybe i should inform her that rots her brain), Erin came in and wiped down the coffee table.

Once again Jordyn asked in that same tone we all love "what are you doing?"

Now unfortunately i don't have the ability to read the minds of others, so i'm not entirely certain what went through Erin's mind at that moment. But i can imagine it was somewhat similar to my earlier thoughts.

~counting down the days 'till higher bills~

A Quick intro to the Roommates

So i live in a house with 3 other girls. I'll call them Erin, Morgan, and Jordyn.

Erin is an awesome girl to whom i credit for keeping me calm and sane (more about her later).

Morgan is an only child and sometimes has trouble getting along with others and dealing with things when they don't go her way, but she's learning to cope (lucky for her fiance)

and Jordyn... well lets just say, she's decided to move out (not because of anything that happened between us, but other circumstances, apparently beyond her control) and i can't help being excited and relieved despite the negative affect this will have on our bank accounts.

Now don't get me wrong, Jordyn can be a pleasant girl... but the bad outweighs the good. She is high-maintenance (though not in the way one would usually expect from a 22 year old girl), always sick and feels the need to verbalize this, and anything that is ever slightly disagreeable is the end of the world.

Oh, and did i mention she's a hypocrite. All my favourite qualities, all wrapped up in one girl.

~what happened to girls just wanted to have fun?~

Presumed Activity

I've been tired these past few days... ok wait, tired doesn't do it justice... i've been exhausted, depleted to nothing, falling asleep in my bowl! It's not been pretty.

So last night, i got home at 8:30ish, and was ready to pass-out (of course spending 2 hours with energetic children is no help). I held out a bit longer though, i called home where i tried to carry on a conversation with my brother and parents... mother told me i failed and should have a drink of warm milk and head to bed.

And so, by 9:45 pm I had climbed the latter to my loft and laid my heavy head on that oh-so-inviting pillow. Within 14 minutes i had passed out (which is pretty dang impressive for me!).

I slept on in peaceful slumber... thankful for no school the following morning when "love love me do, you know i love you, so please... love me do -oooo" rang out, literally.

My phone was ringing somewhere beneath my pillow.

It took me a few seconds to realize what was going on, then a few more to find my phone.

"hello" i said, or at least tried to say.

"where are you?!" it was my roommate, who was sitting in the room next to me.

Checking to make sure i was where i thought i was, i saw i was still in the bed i passed out and responded "in bed."

"Oh, sorry... go back to sleep then."

And we were done.

I returned to dream land (where i was a creeper!) and slept for another 10 hours.

The next morning i discovered that when she came home at 10:30 I was no where to be found (she's a horrible searcher since i was in my bed!) and so when i wasn't home by 11 ish, she called to send me to bed (knowing how tired i had been [thanks mom]).

Ironic, isn't it, that she called me away from sleep to put me to sleep...

So i guess what i've learned from this is i'm not believed to be a responsible person, willing to sacrifice the joys of the night for the benefit of my health.

~a dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep~

Will the Return Reflect the Stay

My return here was eventful

It all began when i arrived at the airport at in which i was to depart from to return to university. My flight was not scheduled to leave until 4:30 and it was barely 2:30. I figured i'd check in, save a seat for my room mate next to me, and go relax and read. However, when i went to the counter they informed me that i was unable to save a seat for my room mate, because she'd beat me to it. She arrived before me and she saved ME a seat - a middle seat though, which is never fun, strange people on either side . . . One that i don't even know!!
So i checked in, received my ticket and made a quick walk around, searching for my long lost roomy, who was supposedly in that very airport at that exact moment! Yet i didn't find her . . . Perhaps she was already waiting at the terminal. So i went through security with no problems. I spose i just look like such a trusting and unsuspecting person that there was no reason to give me trouble.
I arrived at the terminal to find no sign of that girl. So i sat in the corner by myself with my iPod on and a book in my hands, praying that no creepers would decided to get friendly with me.
It was nearing 4 and still no sign of my room mate and supposed seat buddy. I wondered if perhaps she'd gone to the wrong terminal or, even worse, i was seated in the incorrect terminal?!
I checked, then checked again and then again for a 3rd time my ticket. And, to my surprise, each time i checked it, it was the same, and i was infact at the correct terminal. Then, finally, with only 5 minutes to spare before the 4 o'clock curfew that was given to us passengers, she strolls in, as if she had all the time in the world!
It turns out she's been at a restaurant this whole time, she said she glanced around a few times for me, but that was it. I don't blame her, she was probably making eyes with some hot-shot business man and didn't want me to intrude and remind her of her boyfriend that she would be seeing in just a few hours. Nah, i know she'd never do such a thing . . . he'd kill her.
We soon boarded the plane, me with the sinking feeling that i would soon be jammed between two others. My roommate on the other hand chatted non-stop (except for our quick, accidental mentioning of bombs) about her window seat and how much she enjoyed watching the clouds pass by and how she always had the worst luck and people would take her window seat. It was rather ironic that she told me that, for just a few minutes later we'd reached our seats only to find an elderly lady, clinging to a Harry Potter book and sitting comfortably in the window seat!
I laughed quietly to my self, so i wouldn't be smacked by my already agitated traveling buddy. We decided she had mistaken the aisle seat for the window seat, so we took the two vacant seats in that row. I soon discovered however that there was luggage occupying my storage space under the seat infront of me. I was unsure of how i should react to it. I decided that once the remainder of the passengers had found their seats i would try to get one of the stewardesses attention and ask her how i should go about it. Well, i never got around to that, because soon after i had mentally made that decision a young guy came to sit in his seat, which just happened to be the same one i was presently sitting in.
It turned out that the old lady was not in just the wrong seat, but in the wrong row as well. The stewardess (that spelling looks wrong . . . sorry, i am a horrible speller, as it is probably quite evident in my past [and present] blogs) allowed her to stay in her seat and the guy was willing to take her now available seat.
As much as i would have enjoyed to be seated next to a guy close to my age, when it comes to strangers i am quite shy and i was grateful of the empty space i obtained through the aisle.

We landed at 5:40, only 5 minutes later then our scheduled landing time. We quickly retrieved out luggage and began searching for our ride. After walking and searching the airport for nearly 20 minutes we decided we would grab some food. So we stopped at Tim Horton's, where i ordered and soon devoured my favourite sandwich.
We decided the best place to meet someone would be at the "rendez-vous meeting point" situated in the front of the airport. So we parked out luggage carts and had soon begun to entertain ourselves listening to music and, i'm almost too embarrassed to say, dancing around the 'rendez-vous meeting point'. Luckily, for my small remaining amount of dignity, the room was empty.
By 7 o'clock, and with no sign of our ride, we decided to make a phone call. We discovered that our ride had received inaccurate information regarding our arrival time, they thought we did not arrive until 9. And so they promised they would make there way to the airport right away. Upon hanging up we remembered that we had not indicated where we would be waiting for them. We figured though, that it would be a no brainer that one was to meet someone else at the large windowed in area called the 'randez-vous meeting place'.
More than an hour later, they still hadn't arrived. We continued looking out the window, yet no such luck. At 8:10 an announcement came over the P.A. calling us to the information station.
We made our way there and found my roommates boyfriend standing there, looking impatient (which he really had no reason to be, it was not him who'd been sitting in an airport for the past 2.5 hours!). Supposedly they had been searching for us for nearly 15 minutes, everywhere but where we were waiting.
We finally left the airport 3 hours after having arrived there. On the way home we stopped at the rich part of the city, and visited the nicest McDonald's i've ever seen, or probably ever see.

We finally arrived back at university . . . it is awesome to see everyone again, so many faces, people to see, friends to talk to, people dropping by at the window. Yet something is missing, dorm life just doesn't compare to what it was last year.
The reason for it . . . currently unknown, though i hope to overcome it soon.
If i feel like this for the remainder of the semester, i don't think i will last until April.

-here's for making it to the end of the year-