Throwin’ It Back.

A common misconception is that Gretchen and I have been roommates all 4 years of college. In actuality we weren’t roommates until sophomore year, and in fact weren’t even really friends during freshman year. We refer to this as the year of missed opportunities. Actually, that is a complete lie… I just made that phrase up 30 seconds ago. But anyway… here is what I believe to be the first picture of Gretchen and I in existence:

What a gem. This was taken at the chem show freshman year, just moments after our group’s experiment (which was flawless during rehearsal) majorly failed and we were left awkwardly standing on the stage unsure of what to do.  The goggles, beakers, and looks of complete confusion actually seem quite fitting to our college experience.  I would also like to point out the fact that we are matching… another uncanny representation of our shared experience here.  Although, this particular day the matching was not an accident, as it is every other time.

So, now we’re ‘Back and Better Than Ever’ and based on this picture, I’d say that’s a really good thing.

We’re Still Alive

Things have been relatively normal around here for the past month or so (can you believe that?) so we haven’t had much to blog about.  After several nights of willing ourselves to stay up past 8pm, and doing this around 7: we overcame the jetlag and moved on with life.  The most exciting thing that’s happened has probably been the time I accidentally knocked the shower curtain down and it took everyone in our suite to get the darn thing up again. 

The semester is flying by and the 100 days until graduation mark has come and gone.  We’re dealing with the impending separation like true adults- pretending it’s not happening and attempting to never talk about it.  Denial is working for us for the time being.

This past weekend Gretchen and I each had separate adventures- me in Pittsburgh and Gretch at home.  Keeping with the “being adults” theme, I got my ears pierced (I may have panicked slightly before it actually happened…) and she risked her life ice climbing.  I think it’s clear who the more adventurous roomie is. (ME.) 😉

We’ll part ways again in a few hours for ‘spring break’ so who knows what shenanigans will go down.  Hopefully we’ll have much more to post when we get back.

From the Alpha

Alpha to Japan Base 9. My captives have cleaned my plastic cell again, but I can’t say that it does much. First of all, they put me in a torture chamber and subject me to air-boarding. I know that air-boarding is illegal in the Motherland, but here I am sloshed into the air and back into the water for just enough time that my poor gills are starved of their precious H₂O. After they realize that I will tell them nothing, they place me back into my prison which they claim is ‘clean’. Their standards are pathetic. They give me two dumpy plastic plants that are supposed to simulate my natural environment. What do they know of the rolling waves of the Siam shore? That’s right. They actually don’t know that we are Siamese, not Japanese. Keep up the good work Base 9, we have them fooled. On that note, I have concluded that Paolo the humidifier is a possible route for escape. He has a water chamber big enough to hold me and the human underlings carry him in and out of the room every few days. I must think of a way to commandeer their route. I will keep you updated.

The torture chamber for your records of abuse: