bye!

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!

i have a problem… (to my future roommates)

and it goes something like this:

i’m the antithetical king midas. if you remember the story, it went something like this: everything he touched, turned to gold. there’s a good moral to the story in the end, but with this metaphor i’m only using the beginning part where everything he touches, turns into something “better” (not truly, but go with it). here is why i am the polar opposite, diametrically opposed, the antithesis of the one who seems to have the gift, that i do not (metaphorically, that is)

everything i touch… breaks. seriously.

i moved out of my roomates place on sunday, and her and i exchanged cards… after i told her what a fabulous roomie she was and how i was going to miss her,  i then began my list…

“i’m sorry i broke:”

two mini glasses

the conditioner lid dispenser thing

two bowls

your rake

two glass soap dispensers

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today in denver, we had a few errands to run. i had to get a new battery for my broken cell phone, i had to stop at the camera store to see if they knew what was wrong with the camera i got for christmas, i had to stop at the eye glass store to see if they could fix the glasses i stepped on, and lastly… i spent most of the morning on the phone with my insurace company trying to get a rental car to replace the one that ended up at the bottom of some ditch in colorado.

…at 80 mph she was reaching for her cell phone that had dropped on the passanger floor and she literally rammed my little toyota off the road where we catapulted, yes, catapulted sideways-ish to the bottom of a 30 foot embankment…

now we are stuck, and so to be productive in my stuck-ed-ness… one by one, i’m trying to fix my broken things…

and i’m trying to figure out… if it’s me.

the glasses? me. don’t lay your glasses on the stairs. bad spot. the camera?  not me. the phone, maybe me, but maybe not. i always thougth it was so resilient, i’ve dropped that baby more times than i can count but then one day it just stopped turning on…  the car? totally not me- phew!! the soap dispensers? they were in a bad spot- seriously! they were always sitting so precariously on the edge of the sink.  the conditioner bottle? it too, very precarious, that is. my elbow hit it ALL the time!  the bowls, i’m short and had to reach REAL high. kinda my fault.  drinking glasses? they just broke, quite random, but probably my fault. rake? definitely me. never shovel snow with rakes by the way- it’s a bad idea.

to my future roommates, if you are reading this. i am SORRY in advance because i will most likely break stuff.  but i promise i always replace what i’ve broken. to protect yourself, (and me from guilt!) do not lend me your things, because seriously, if there’s a time when your i pod is going to randomly break down, for no apparent reason, other than the fact that i touched it… it will.

mucho loves.

me.