Laughing Work Out

Do you ever laugh so hard and for so long that your abdominal muscles really get a solid work out? It's my favorite type of "work out" by far!

My roommates and I are often strange. For example, we like to sit around the table and sing 80s and 90s ballads. Not just ballads. We like to have sing-a-longs.

One of my roommates really likes P!nk and Bruno Mars songs right now. She likes the "Just Give Me a Reason" song so much that she bought the piano sheet music for it (mostly because it's all piano, but still!). We sat around the piano and sang (me off key) while she played. Did you know that song is 9 pages? Trust me, it was a lot of pages.

Anyway, we sing randomly.

As we were heading home one night, Truly, Madly, Deeply, (Savage Garden) came on the radio. This was previously a song that we sang along to around our kitchen table, so naturally we're singing fairly loudly in the car. I have my window cracked (I'm in the passenger seat) and this man in the SUV next to us starts staring.

Naturally, I wave and smile.*

He waves back. Fits of giggling ensues. I'm desperately trying to sing along to my favorite song from the 4th grade, but really I'm using all of my energy to suppress laughter. The song ends and we lose our SUV friend for a minute.

Then "When I Was Your Man" by Bruno Mars comes on the radio. It is my one roommate's favorite songs right now, so we turn it up and start singing loudly (me off key again). SUV friend keeps on driving next to us and I keep waving. He rolls down his window and is basically hanging out it to talk to us. That's when I try to maintain my composure and look straight ahead. As he passes us, we realize that there was someone in the back seat and we just lose it for some reason and start laughing.

I don't really know why this was so hilarious, but it was. Singing along to the blaring radio while random people laugh at (but really with) you. Maybe because we could go back to the carefree days of high school.

Sometimes, you just need to blast the radio and sing along while the world watches your craziness.

We had a back up plan just in case he followed us home. Don't worry.

*This is probably helps explain why so many strange men like me.

Roommate Quirks

I really like my roommates. We often chat in the hallway about random stuff. Sometimes it gets a little loopy. Things work well. I have no complaints.

But one thing I just don't understand:

I don't understand why we keep a glass of water in the shower. Do a lot of people do this? I don't know if whoever's it is drinks it.

At least everyday it makes me laugh when I step into the shower. 

Roommate Woes

What do you do when your roommate blasts Ricky Martin at 9:00 am on a Saturday in the year 2012? (If it were 1999, this might be a completely different story)

My solution, stare annoyingly at her open door as she comes down the stairs. Worked like a charm.

I'm not a music afficionado, but Ricky Martin? Come on? I might* even prefer Nickelback.

Another roommate blasts Christian Rock. Yeah. It's that bad.



*Probably not, but at least it's recent, right?

Happy December!

So a couple of years ago my roommates and I did the whole 12 Days of Christmas for a Secret Santa project. I wanted to do it again, so I started it tonight. I dropped off a Partridge Family cd and a pear on the doorstep of my home teachers.

I meant to take a photo to document. But I forgot.

So instead, you get to look at a photo of llamas. Some group on campus does "Carollama" where you go Caroling with Llamas. They meet in the law school parking lot. So when I was walking home tonight, I think they were packing up and I decided to take a photo. I really wanted to take a photo with me and a llama. But I was worried that I would get chastised. So instead, here are the llamas that go caroling.

Happy December!

It's official - I'm a terrible person

So H1N1 is running rampant, as is that regular old flu. As a 1st year law student, the flu is not something that I have time for. (not that I think anyone has "time" for the flu). Many announcements and emails have expressed that if you're sick, stay home and all will be well. But let's be honest, all will not be well. I can barely keep my head above water by being at the library for 10-11 hours a day. Feeling like road kill and sleeping all day will not help me in any way whatsoever.

So this brings me to my question: what do you do when your roommate who just finished putting away the dishes tells you that she is feeling sick and thinks she has the flu?

Mutiny?
Strangulation?
Lysol?

What is the protocol?

I think as soon as the load of dishes that is in the dishwasher is done, I'm going to run another load with all of the dishes she just put away. I guess that is the only sensible thing I can do.

In other news as to why I am a terrible person: said roommate (flu bound) was doing the dishes and I was finishing eating, and I asked her to wait to run the dishwasher so that I could put my dishes in it. She said there was no room. I look in the sink and see a ton of dirty dishes still, and I think, there has got to be room in there, I mean at least for the silverware. So when she leaves to check on her laundry, I open the dishwasher and see more than just a little room. Ok, I may be a little OCD, but 1. there was still a ton of EMPTY space, and 2. with a little (and I mean minimal) rearranging, I was able to fit everything in. I would go and rearrange all of the dishes that she put away too, but I'm just going to put them back into the dishwasher, so why bother... This is precisely why I do the dishes everyday.

Things I have learned in my 2 months at BYU:
1. I don't like people
2. I don't like roommates (well at least not FIVE roommates)