The Last Supper?

I had the best time last night.

Stephen and I went out with some friends for wings night. Wings night is interesting. It basically consists of lots of drinking while standing in line to buy 10 cent wings.

It's a huge production. Half of the group waits to buy the wings, and half the group runs to grab as many tables as possible. I'm not a fan of wings, I just can't bring myself to chew meat off of a bone. I'm not an animal. I use forks.

Anyway, I ran with a couple friends and we grabbed a few tables and shoved them together. There were a ton of us, but we all managed to squeeze around the tables with our beers and wings (or in my case vodka and 7up). It was the most fun I'd had in a long time. Everything in my life is really uncertain right now. I don't know where I'll be living or working in the next six months, but I know that I have great friends to laugh with.

Stephen and I came back to the apartment and watched The Hangover with Treven. Then the three of us read Cosmo together. Sometimes I really don't miss living with girls at all. I still have people to laugh about all of the ridiculous "advice" in Cosmo and watch movies with me.

I wish I could freeze this moment in time for a little while longer. It's sad to think that in only three months we'll all be going our separate ways.

Whatever will I blog about when all this is done?

Until next time. XOXO

What is with that weird boy smell?

I returned in all my glory to my apartment on Sunday. By glory, I mean 2 suitcases, a hamper, a tote, a laundry basket, and a duffle bag full of clothes, shoes, and accessories. Boy, do I know how to shop.

For the 2 weeks prior to my return, my brother and Treven had been the only ones at the apartment, with the occasional cameo from Stephen. Evidently, my presence is the only thing that prevents the apartment from getting that distinctive guy smell. You know the smell. It's the one that permeates a room when 5 guys are passed out from a night of drinking. It's completely indescribable, but oh so recognizable.

This smell was the first thing I noticed when I walked through the door.

Now, I don't walk around the apartment spraying air freshener all the time. And it doesn't smell boy-like when I get back after being gone all day. So I really have no idea what happened. Maybe my very presence is really all that keeps the stench at bay.

There was also a stench of garbage, but that was completely due to laziness and a refusal to take out the trash in a timely manner.

Ah, boys.

I know this was an odd and off the wall post, but I've been curious about that smell for awhile. Do guys notice it too? Was I just used to it after a semester? Has anyone that has been to my apartment before noticed a smell? I'm going to be much more prone to air freshener-spraying now I think.


Hopefully now that class has started, the gentlemen of my apartment will do some crazy stuff that I can blog about, other than simply smelling like boys.

Coffee Making Morphs into a Discussion on Stereotypes

I made coffee this morning.

This is kind of a big deal, because it's only about the 3rd time all semester that I've actually gotten my butt out of bed early enough to make coffee.

I feel a little guilty, because before I moved in I had all of these grand schemes about making the boys coffee every morning and having baked goods on hand at all times. This would probably be the case if I wasn't busy with school and work. The guys haven't been opening any pickle jars or grilling things for me, so I guess I can't feel too guilty about not adhering to my female stereotypes.

This brings me to the ideas of female and male stereotypes. I would definitely consider myself a "modern" woman. I know enough about cars to get by. I work and plan on having my own career in the future. And I love baseball a little more than the average person.

This being said, I still enjoy performing tasks set to me by my membership in the female half of the world. I love to cook and bake. I don't mind cleaning. There are times when I really just want to have kids and be a housewife. In reality, I'm not sure child-rearing and cooking would ever be enough to keep me occupied and happy with my life, but sometimes it seems like an ideal situation.

So when Stephen and Treven are being funny and tell me to make them a sandwich and get them a beer, I don't take it personally. I can always turn the tables and use my status as a female to get them to kill a spider or carry heavy things for me because I'm a defenseless girl.

What's your stance on the subject? Are you a die-hard feminist? Are you a guy who hates being stereotyped as the breadwinning, spider-killing, patio-grilling man of the house? Let's debate!

Black Friday: not just for crazy women?

Stephen brought a Christmas tree (fake of course) to the apartment yesterday. I got home from work this afternoon and he was decked out in an argyle sweater, listening to pop and alternative Christmas music, and decorate the tree with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm. I felt festive, so I donned a green sweater and sang along with the tunes. It was cute.

I didn't partake in the decorations, but I may have to fix the tree later when Stephen is gone. He only decorated the front half of the tree, and from the kitchen you can see its ornament-deficient parts. Poor thing.

This Christmas bug that has caught our apartment reminds me of the Black Friday madness that ensues after Thanksgiving every year. Personally, I avoid this insanity like the plague. I would rather pay full price than have to wake up at three in the morning for sales. I previously made the assumption that most men would agree with me on my anti-Black Friday attitude, and I was surprised to find out just how many guys join this craze every year.

What's your stance? Do you hit the shops on Black Friday or stay in for a lazy day of leftover turkey sandwiches? Do you think the deals are worth the stress and insanity?

End of the ESPN Crisis & A Night Alone

Whew! ESPN is back on.

I received the news this afternoon with the following text from Stephen:

"Espn is back! Consider your life awful again lol"

So sweet of him to keep me posted!


In other news, the guys are at the Marquette basketball game right now, and my brother is home for his Thanksgiving break. I am blissfully alone and watching chick flicks on our lovely flat screen. I'm sprawled out on the couch in my pj's and I have freshly painted pale pink nails. I'm considering taking a bath to unwind further.

It's amazing how I love these quiet nights at home. I am definitely a people person. I'm not sure that I would ever be happy living alone. But every once in awhile I just need some alone time to sing to my Britney Spears playlist and dance around like a fool.

The sink is full of dishes, there are crumbs on the counter, and the garbage needs to be taken out.

It can wait 'til tomorrow. I'm on vacation for the night.