the view from here

the time which i have found that i experience with all too much familiarity is quickly approaching.

i hate saying goodbye…so much so, that i usually barely even do. when i know i won’t see someone for a very long time, i usually say “bye”, in the same manner i would if i was going to the grocery store to pick up some hummus. it’s quick, it’s sweet, it’s not sad. i mean, i will be right back. only in this case, the ‘right’, is pretty much relative.

so it’s time to say ‘be right back’ to my roommates. i think a time of reminiscing is appropriate here, so when we start to feel sad about the separate ways that we all eventually go, we can think back and laugh.

and no worries, i will try really hard NOT to embarrass anyone… though i can think of some really funny stories involving- the not using of razors and purple sweatshirt/dresses. i still laugh about this randomly.

also, driving to school in 5 degree weather with the windows down. why? you totally know.

then there was the recent night when after painting mini canvases, we decided our kitchen table needed a little more color. now our table is full of what i call “girl graffiti”.  there are hearts, flowers, a random horse, a bird with disproportionate legs, and “ben + alison = love 4 eva” tagged. it’s quite a sight, and i will be sad to not see it.

but when you get real sad, think of men who hate having their bangs cut- they will  both randomly and continuously shout while everyone else is studying or pretending to be studying; “I HATE MY HAIR!”

tall beautiful blond women are apparently very persuasive.

…or there’s our exercise bike.

i think it was bekah’s grandparent’s bike from the 50’s? not sure, but it’s real old. back in the day, i think things were made to last, so our little exercise bike, keeps on going, and we sporadically keep using it. as good as it is for a workout, there’s one thing it might be even better for. and that- is a chair. maybe it’s because i’m short. maybe it’s because i’m fidgety. maybe it’s because i love biking, and it makes me think of my time in portland. but whatever the reason. i prefer sitting on the bike to the floor-couch.

it’s like a bar stool with pedals. awesome.

so there we were one night hanging out… and because i use the bike for a chair, it seemed perfectly reasonable for me to sit in it while eating chocolate and  drinking red wine- look! no hands! (yes, i’m that talented!)  i didn’t honestly think that my simultaneous pedaling/eating would cancel out my sugar consumption, but for whatever reason, like i said, it seemed like a good idea… not weird at all. i was alone in that thought. apparently, sitting on your stool/bike while eating food, is odd? it’s not like i’d do it at the gym, (unless i was real famished?) that’s my only defense.

so… happy memories, good times, and hooray for social networks that allow us to be nosey without guilt and stay superficially connected!