Tuesday, 22 February 2011

i love this...


...although I have a feeling my weirdness is weirder than most people's.

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

boys will be (teenage) boys

Alarmingly often I enter my cave of a bedroom at night and hear Dani's voice from somewhere in the dark:
"still going."
Her words are muffled by the sound of drums being played by our next door (male) neighbors. When I say next door I mean as in we share a wall. As in he might as well be banging his hand on the wall. Or maybe even hanging out in our bedroom banging on the wall. It is usually difficult to discern what they are playing, except for when they play Benny and the Jets for three hours.
On one such night I was in the living room studying as Dani emerged slowly from the basement, manic facial expression and hair askew.
She stood silent for a moment before banging three times on the wall and yelling "BENNY!"

Being the southern belle that she is, Danielle is too nice to say anything to these neighbors. Being the non-southern non-belle that I am, I walked right over to their apartment and down to their lair.
"Hey guys! It sounds really good :) :) :) Hey, so I don't mean to be a brat but my roommates both teach school in the morning and they'd really appreciate if you could maybe stop playing those drums right now."
"Oh, what?? You can hear this?"
"Yeah! Weird I know, but we kinda share that wall."
"Oh, I thought these were my quiet drums."
"No...."

The shocking thing is, they were genuinely shocked.
Do quiet drums exist???

Friday, 4 February 2011

math fix.

I believe I have now officially entered the phase of life entitled:
"I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD ACTUALLY GRADUATE COLLEGE LET ALONE WITHOUT A MAN TO MAKE ME HAPPY OR PAY MY AUTOMOBILLZ."
Sigh.
This phase of life is filled with many ups and downs, ins and outs, but mostly just a lot of confusion.
So what is an innocent, upstanding Mormon girl supposed to turn to when there seem to be no answers in life?
MATH.
By some blessed miracle I have not had to do this horrid thing since high school. Since then I have pursued other paths that seem to pride themselves in having ZERO right answers.
Usually all this creative nonsense is fun but lately I'm finding it quite infuriating.

So the other night I download a worksheet of times tables. I then took my roommate's advice and went to coolmath-games.com, where she sends her 4th graders when they get done with homework early.

If that doesn't make your bad-design blood run cold I don't know what does.

Anyway, I found it quite therapeutic and I recommend it to anyone who is single, in their 20-somethings, feeling semi (or majorly) lost, and in need of a clean way to deal with it.

Here's to using my everlasting optimism to look at this as one, big, answerless adventure.