Know thyself.

Me: Basically, I only like bad boys and boys who don't want me.

C: Are you a masochist?

[high five across kitchen table]

The sassy roommate.

Me: Wow, your hair's really growing.

D: So's your face.

Me: So's your ASS.

The Story of Strasbourg.

The summer before we all moved in, D had a dream that he had been responsible for house hunting and the closest place he could find was in Strasbourg --yes, Strasbourg in France --and we were all mad at him because we'd have to commute by plane everyday, and his mum was mad about the expenses.

The first time we set up our wireless network D (who is a linguistics major) fucked up the spelling and so for a year we were "strassbourg." It's fixed now.

When I was in Tours this summer I was browsing an old bookstore that had these pamphlets from the 50s on different regions, and I opened one on 'Alsace-Lorraine' and inside was a page on Strasbourg. I bought it, of course. It's stuck on the fridge.

Anyway the name has stuck in a pretty cool way not only amongst us but all our friends and acquaintances who visit, and we get called "Strasburgers" as a group and besides being a food item that totally needs to be invented, I like to think we will become the stuff of legends on Ross Street like some underground urban hip artist circle, except instead of throwing notorious dance and trance parties and doing sex and drugs off our creaky kitchen table we'll be known for our four star dinners and midnight baking sessions and bongo drumming and overheated living room and ridiculous milk consumption and spotless bathrooms...we'll be known for being Anti-Students which I am okay with because it means I can go be a hot mess at other people's parties and leave and not deal with cleaning up hungover the next morning where I will wake up to the smell of pancakes and whiskey syrup that D has made for everyone.

K: "This music is too cool for us."

Get it right pt. 2

There are some things I would like to clear up for my roommates.

I do not have a secret boyfriend.

I did not break my bed having sex.

I am not an international terrorist.

My high school friends do exist. Really.

Business as usual.

End of winter break, roommates are back. Weird music is back, fighting over thermostat is back, that's what she said jokes are back, snarky conversations are back.

Me [making shopping list]: So what veggies do we need?

D: Just put down 'veggies.'

Me: How about I just put down 'FOOD'?

Strasbourg, never change.

My first Passover. I learnt many new words, dishes, and songs. I can now say to D I am more legit Jewish than he is Asian. He also provided drunken commentary when we decided to watch The Prince of Egypt.

The meaning behind the orange (which is not traditionally on the Seder plate) is this: according to D and S our Jewish hosts, some bigot once said "A woman rabbi is as out of place as an orange on a Seder plate." So their family decided to put an orange on their Seder plate.

why i love my housemates

Two nights ago
C: The only thing weirder than coming across a dragon would be coming across a dead dragon. What killed the dragon?!

Today
Me: Is it as cold outside as it was yesterday?
C: I have thermal underwear on, I can't tell.