He was dying for a string cheese

so I led him to my stash of goods in the House's second fridge (located in the garage). I heard other curious roommates following, but they were already gorging on Go-Gurts so I figured they wouldn't hound me for anything. I didn't expect myself to suddenly remember and crave the little German chocolates I had stashed in the freezer, and I failed to prevent myself from pulling the bag out before they left. "I got these in Germany," I said. As we walked back into the house, each of us carrying a treasured chocolate, one of the girls asked, "Why would you want to give us some?" I didn't want to say "Because you followed me out here and it'd be rude to gorge in front of you." So I said "Because I love you guys." "Ohhhh."

Three of my roommates

started school again today. Right before they left I saw them gathered around one of our other roommates, listening intently. I think she was giving them advice for their first day back. Yeah, right. Like she's spent a single day of her life at school.

So some of my roommates are playing Jenga...

and one of them keeps trying to pull out one of the edge pieces that's left in a row when you pull out the middle piece. Like, really? She apparently has the same understanding of balance as a klutzy four-year-old. Annnnd... she just forfeited because she couldn't take the pressure. I need to find a more challenging crowd for game nights.

My roommate must've found out

about my blog and started reading it. I'm thinking she read that post from earlier about her crazy ketchup request. It's the only reason I could think of to explain what just happened. You see, she likes eating snacks. Just not alone. She always insists I sit at the table and chat with her while she snacks. I don't usually eat with her since I'm "trying to lose weight." Today was different though. She insisted I sit down and I told her I had to go to the bathroom and would be right back. On my way back to the kitchen I heard her ask another roommate where I was. When she saw me she called out to me and motioned for me to sit down. While I was gone she had taken half her peanut butter cracker pack and set it where she expected me to sit. Such a sincere and thoughtful act, no matter how small and seemingly insignificant, could be spurred by nothing less than ketchup. Or some emotion commonly represented by the same color ketchup is.

Too many late nights

and poor diet last week has left the majority of the House feeling under the weather and cranky. I thought I'd try to be extra patient and nice, because if I don't who will? So I made my roommates pancakes yesterday. There were leftovers so I heated some up for one of my roommates this morning. Apparently she was too weak to cut her pancakes as she ate them, so I cut them for her. I got her some milk to go with it then finally settled down to eat my yogurt and V8. I was mid-bite when the same roommate requested.... ketchup? I'd already put syrup on her flapjacks, then more upon her insistence. "Ketchup? Are you sure? I think that'd be kinda gross." "Ketchup," she demanded. So I got up, stomped to the fridge, pulled out the ketchup and put a huge glop on her plate. It sat, untouched, with my semi-annoyed self when she deserted her plate for more fulfilling entertainment about 45 seconds later.

You know that clean-sheets feeling?

Where you crawl in and it smells so fresh and feels so crisp and new? Well I do. And I love it. I feel like I always sleep a little better the first night I sleep in clean sheets... Anyway. I changed my sheets on Monday, since it was cleaning day. I didn't get to experience that clean-sheets feeling that night, though... At one point Monday afternoon I had three of my roommates crowded on my twin, taking "naps." Later that afternoon one of them returned for a real nap. I feel like no one in this house (myself included) showers or otherwise legitimately bathes often enough, so when I crawled into bed that night my new sheets were more like dirt-smeared, stinky-feet, dog-breath dried-out butt-wipes. Or something like that. I felt strangely comfortable... Time to get back into a regular showering routine. And change my sheets again. And install a deadbolt.

I commenced staring her down.

Upon my sudden change in demeanor and lack of movement, my roommate let out a nervous chuckle. Still nothing on my side.
"Geeky? Geeky! Geeeeeekyyyyyyy!!! Wipe!"

Watching too many princess movies...

...can really influence a girl's behavior. My roommate just gave me the kiss-of-life since I was more or less playing dead in an attempt to avoid hanging out with her. Won't try that one again...