This is garlic hanging near the front door. You might think it is to ward off Vampires, it's not. My tipsy roommate hung it up to ward off welfare people whom our landlord keeps trying to move into the empty rooms in our house. 

....It might work....haha

Just a few minutes ago I heard knocking at the front door.
I opened the door to a woman in her pajamas whom I have never seen before, and she asks, "Do you have a frying pan I can borrow?... I need to cook a hunk of meat for a shepherds pie."

Me: "uuhhh, no??...sorry..."
Woman: "sh--, okay, bye."

Me: *close door....pause for a second in utter confusion...*

A Gandhi to be?

Mike is in one of my classes in which we read a book on Gandhi and Churchill.  Mike is obsessed with Indian culture, food.... and women haha!  And so He took quite an interest in the book. As result, I think he is trying to become like Gandhi.  For instance, last week we were going to go grocery shopping together, and I texted him asking if he was ready, he replied, "Inshalla. Was taking a ritual bath. Ready in 10”.    That's not all,  he also told me that he would start sleeping on the floor, meditating, and changing his diet.  Now, his change in diet is also interesting because normally he has to eat a TON of food because he body builds.

However, he broke his boob. I mean his pectoral muscle... but when he told me this, I immediately thought in my head, "He broke his boob.... ahahaha", and he keeps referring to it as his disfigured boob. Funny right? However, Mike is actually quite sensitive and tearing apart this muscle has prevented him from working out, making him quite a sad sad man.   Anyhooww,  the upside to this event, as he sees it, is that he can now have a flexible diet. Which means that he randomly decides to fast, as well as eat only figs, raisins, and nuts.  At times, it is actually a really awkward situation, because he has asked me to saran wrap ice to his chest... This involved him holding an ice pack in place while I wrap saran around his body... I have done this 3 times and it has not become at all less awkward.......

Just another strange story, among a couple others I have yet to post.  

This house is raining on me.

Literally.

When I returned to this house in January, the first day water was leaking from the ceiling into my room. Where was this water coming from? The washroom, upstairs. More specifically the toilet.... It didn't do that much damage to my room since the water only dropped on the floor and a bowl could easily catch the water. As Jim repaired the said toilet the water stopped and I thought all was well.  Untilll, today. when water starts dripping again. The only problem is that since that day in January, I have rearranged my room. My bed is directly under the said leak. fanflippentastic.

I feel like all I do is complain on this blog.... I don't really mean to. I just don't know how all these things happen in one house.

Currently, Jim is sitting in his truck, in the driveway, with opera music blaring. Just sitting there.  He's been there for about a half hour now.

...on the topic of Jim, here's some classic quotes.

 “I put a new shower head on in the shower..... it shoots out like Niagara falls.

"Seriously" 

"You're racist"

“It’s cause he’s black” 

“ don’t be shell shocked, I’m cooking”

On the subject of school " School is just a hallway, a hallway of many hallways, you just got to walk through them......Seriously."

My heart will not go on

Currently I'm listening to Celine Dion "My heart will go on". Not by choice.  I have the privilege of my room being directly above Anthony's room in the basement.  This morning at around 11:40 AM till 12:30 PM he has been singing... and by singing I mean he has been belting out lyrics to songs. I think he sang my heart will go on twice in that entire time period. I have been home since 2:30 and he is still singing "My heart will go on". I fear that if he continues for a longer period of time MY heart will not go on.

WHY?

Why must someone speak in their native tongue on the phone very loudly at 4 AM in the morning?!
Why must someone then cook bacon at 5 AM in the morning?
Why must someone then start their truck engine about 5 times in a row at 6 AM?! (did it break? or do you just like hear the engine start? does that make you happy?!?)


I am not happy. I am tireddd.

Rant finished.