Roads and Rearview Mirrors

Sometimes you just have to realize that you may never get what you once had back. That feeling you had for months is gone. That road is closed and you have to turn around and find a new direction. It’s not fun. It’s not enjoyable. You may find yourself turning around a couple of times because that road, you’ve been there before, you’ve seen it. You know every curve, every pot hole, it smells just the way you expect it to. That’s okay. It’s okay to turn around a couple of times. But that road can’t take you where you thought anymore. You’re not sure when it happened or how you let it happen and it’s painful when you realize it actually did happen. Get in the car, turn it around, but don’t forget to look in the rear view mirror, it’s something you want to remember even if you have to go. <3

LOST

So I am constantly losing things..from my car keys to my cell phone and most recently my brand new 10 dollar sunglasses. This is why I am not allowed to have nice things. Because I lose, stain, rip, break, forget them on the airplane etc.
But when my sunglasses went missing sometime last week I simply just assumed I would find them eventually. Like the time I lost my glasses for 8 months my freshman year of college only to find at the end of the year that they were wedged between the wall and my bed ( I SWEAR I looked there).
Well anyway yesterday around 4 o'clock I was getting out of my car to go into the apartment when I the most magical thing happened! My sunglasses appeared in the leaves on the grass. No joke, they were just there, I hadn't stepped on them yet and they were just a little dirty from the ground! It was awesome. 
I really just wish I knew how they got there though...

The Roommates.

So mi boyfriendo has recently re-located from Brighton to Allston.. another suburb of Boston a little bit closer to the city. Before he had lived with an older mixed group he had found on some random website. His favorite roommate was a teacher, smart, collected, sarcastic, and looked like a teddy bear, lumberjack, hamlet. I am now going to introduce you to his seven YES I said seven male roommates. Thankfully there's 3 bathrooms, 2 showers. I presume they say "No Homo" a lot too. Anyways, it's like Animal House, Basketball, Old School, and hoarders in their puked stained carpet, moldy dishes "man cave". Or a less guido version of Jersey Shore.

Wyso: First look at Wyso I wanted him to have a Southern drawl. Then he spoke, it was a no go. How unfortunate I already had him living up to unreasonable expectations. Wyso is the second oldest of the bunch rocks button-ups, he's a good amount of tall, dirty blonde hair, and oddly resembles stalker guy "derek" from OTH (Note to all the Peyton's stalker would have been cute had he not tried to kill several of my favorite cast members), straight leg jeans...basically he looks like a mix of country and rock. At a party they had we actually witnessed a random girl just prance on in his room while he was sleeping. Apparently he jedi mind tricks them in his sleep ( actually I just made that up but I know you think it would be cool if he did) Anyways, he's a baseball player, single, and naturally ready to rock any semi attractive to smokin' hot girls world if they'd let him have the chance.

Observe "Derek" from OTH. I am totally right and you know it. Wyso stop giving us "sexy eyes"

Garber: Oh Garber, I still haven't forgiven you for stealing my orange juice (all you had to do was ask! I share well now and no longer bite people I SWEAR). Thinking you're so clever and I wouldn't notice your 40oz had magically turned light orange?! You were a little bit mistaken, I'm a wee bit smarter than those party chicks you bamsmushoozle every weekend but obviously not that smart cause you did manage to steal my orange juice.

Anyways, Where do you start with Garber? He smokes tobacco out of an old man' pipe like its his job, eats the "triple play" from McDonalds and still maintains a generally manly non-potbelly physique, rocks cut off t-shirts at parties (and still gets laid), has the face of a baby, loves smokin' that illegal substance, and still manages to be one of the best players on the baseball team. He's a human anomaly and it' not fair but he sure doesn't give a fuck ( and I don't blame him.) Both nights he had a lady over, I hear he's quite the Casanova, but he's not much of a talker in his sexual promiscuity.

Before he slept with your friend, so cute though!

Lopes: Within the first 15 minutes of meeting Geoff I had already seen his ass. There's not much that this kid hasn't done, won't do, or will eventually do. He's the nuttiest and the loudest of the bunch. He eagerly wolfed down my homemade potato salad and BBQ chicken (still cold) obviously real men do not need to heat up their food and proceeded to chat and yammer away which is always fine for me because I never shut up either. Lopes is the kind of guy who is going to help your Grandma put away the groceries but then hookup with your best friend all in the same day. He doesn't follow rules or boundaries in fact he probably just crosses them for the adrenaline. His goal at a party is to get in your pants, don't be fooled but he may be sweet about it and he's got a nice smile! He loves to dance and drink Skippy and his ears kind of stick out but not in a bad way, he def works it. If you wanna have fun I'd recommend you sleep with Geoff just don't talk too loudly in the morning or he may kick you out and not tell you he vampired the shit out of your neck the night before.

Rockman: Poor Rockman, he's the punchline of quite a few of the roomies jokes but he handles it well. My fondest memory of him is when he got a cluster of mosquito bites on his forearm and took out an icepack to prevent itching. It was adorable and wimpy at the same time, I mean you would think he got stung by an entire hornets nest or something. Don't worry I offered him some benedryl to help with the pain. He also does this weird thing with his hands where he brings them awkwardly up close to his chest like a raptor or the guy who offers his strong hand in the Scary Movie trilogy. He claims its comfortable. Maybe he's prepping to tear our heads off like raptors do for making fun of him so much. Anyways I find Rockman to be the best comic relief in a house of manwhores. He's a great palate cleanser ( if this were a formal dinner) for sure. ( I am not saying I want to eat Rockman by any means). Helllloooo Claricee...

Chris: Well, Chris was MIA this weekend and actually shares a room with my boyfriend ( he has a twin bed and an old school football pillowcase from the 90's) He also wears v-neck t-shirts, loves to play x box, and is on the smush hunt rebound. Other than that I don't know much about him and cannot appropriately create a mini blog on him. It doesn't help that he previously attended UNH and hated it. But he does share a room with my boyfriend so I gotta give him credit where credit is due.

Swenson: "The Don", no clue why they call him that but he tends to look slightly confused at all times though this may be accredited to the booze that he had been drinking but I think he just generally looks like he has no clue what's going on. He's a little more reserved than the rest of the roommates but that doesn't mean he can't hold his own. I gave him some shit about smoking cigarettes ( I can't help it, no one wants to make out with an ashtray). In essence I was just trying to help his game which obviously I didn't need to because someone ended up sleeping in his bed that night. The Don scores. Also in the morning he was sporting an extremely sexy outfit of stained gray sweat pants and a horrible case of bedhead, then he stole my shower. Thanks Mike.

Random roommate nobody likes: Nobody likes him and I don't even remember his name..clearly he doesn't leave a lasting impression.

I hope you enjoy the roommates as much as I did. Granted their bathrooms are dirty and their fridge contains nothing but takeout boxes, they aren't a bad group of dudes to hangout with. They can throw quite the ripper and would make for excellent television no doubt. Lets just hope they still like me after my overly cynical character bios. ( Hey they gave me permission to do it)

Peace & Hoes,
Take me in doses
Teen<3

Food for Thought

My Mouseperience

It was early Tuesday morning when I was rudely awoken from a really enjoyable slumber, especially since I have been sleeping like absolute poop lately.

The noise at first sounded like scratching, my first thought, " FREDDY KRUEGER IS IN MY BEDROOM!!!!!"

My first rational thought, " There is a creature in my bedroom!"

NOW its 4am...what do you do at 4am when there is a creature lurking around your bedroom? I sat upright in my bed prepared for battle, whimpering, grabbing my phone, a blanket, and of course my blankey. I stood up, didn't hear anything and ran for my door, turned the light on, peered in the corner where I had heard the noise, discovered, a half eaten nature valley bar, pieces of the wrapper, and animal droppings EVERYWHERE, slammed the door shut, and plonked down on the couch underneath the blanket. Then I did what any normal, twenty year old college student would do.

I called my mom.

And she answered! Granted I may have stopped her heart briefly before I informed her that I was in no immediate danger but she managed to calm me down and we encourage me that it was simply a mouse when I presumed a ravenous rat had taken to becoming my bunkmate.

By this time I had awoken a very sleepy Anna ( my roommate) and she was immediately game to try to track down this creature.

Not sure if I had mentioned this yet but during all of this chaos, I don't have any pants on. 

So I wrapped my Hello Kitty blanket around my waist, grabbed our spaghetti scooper, put on some boots all while Anna is setting up a perimeter if my bedroom intruder decided to make a run for it. We then entered and braced for impact, poked and prodding the room for any signs of rodent activity. Thankfully, we didn't recover anything that night but I was so creeped out that Anna had no other choice but to let me sleep in her bed with her. 

The next day my man gives me a morning text wondering why I had called him at 4am. Incredibly worried that I had been kidnapped or caught on fire. I let him know I was disturbed in the night by an animal and he LAUGHED at me. He said he thought something was seriously wrong. Who doesn't consider an animal in my bedroom to be something " seriously wrong"! Anyways, I asked him to come down for the night so he could help me set mouse traps and despite my 4 am crazy phone call he actually came!

The next morning I was too frightened to look to see if we caught him, Dustin told me we didn't catch him the trap would have gone off and we would have heard it. WELL  he was wrong. We caught the little bastardo, wrapped him in a Hannaford trash bag and said goodbye to the invader, thankfully it was trash day!

text of the day

"I think my big mac just had cilantro in it"

Go McDonalds, way to spice it up!

Typical Conversations when a mouse has invaded your bedroom

"Maybe I should have put the nature valley bar on the trap for him!" -me

"He's a mouse, he eats trash ...he doesn't require a nature valley bar"- Dustin

"are you sure, I mean it's what he knows!" - me

My thoughts on how to trap a mouse.