Just some random ruminations.

I was telling Stephen today about my dream wedding dress. It's a mere $18,000 worth of Vera Wang lace, tulle, and pure magic.

His response? "You'll make a really good first wife someday."


In other news, I keep obsessively checking the NFL app on my phone to keep track of the Packer game. I'm not sure what sort of manic obsession has taken me over, but I can't stop it.


I met Stephen's mom the other day. It was going really well until she walked over to our impressive collection of alcoholic beverages and she sighed and said, "Ugh, what a waste of money!"

I was going to tell her that my parents had paid for some of it, but I didn't think that would really help the situation.


Is there really anything worse than wanting chocolate and then realizing that you don't have any in the house? I seriously doubt it.

No. This is a spoon. We don't even OWN a ladle.

Just got into a debate with Treven and Stephen about the difference between a spoon and a ladle. I pulled out a big serving spoon and they insisted it was a ladle. Finally they ended the argument by saying that a ladle is "something that women cook with."

...jerks.

Here's another interesting moment: I checked the mail today and there was a Victoria's Secret catalog in the mailbox. I assumed it was for me, since I'm the only person in the apartment who actually shops there. I flipped it over, and it was addressed to my roommate, Treven. Wonders never cease.

The boys left for the Bucks game (well, I call it the Bucks game, they keep calling it the Bulls game. Silly Illinois people.) so I have the apartment (and the TV) all to myself. Time for Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill. =)

Celebrity Gossip Incites a Riot

Do you see a pattern forming here?

I managed to piss off Stephan again. I may have done it just to get a rise out of him, but I refuse to admit to anything outright.

I was updating the guys on the latest in celebrity gossip. I know they couldn't care less, but I listen to their sports rambling all the time. I figure it's only fair that they listen to the things that interest me.

After my 5th celebrity update, Stephen lost it and asked me if I really care about all of this stuff.

I replied simply by saying that I do, in fact, care about celebrities. I find them entertaining and a nice escape from my own life.

Stephen got angry and said that it's all stupid because they contribute nothing to society.

I promptly replied with what I thought was a very valid question. "What do football players contribute to society?"

This was met with sputtered indignation and an outraged claim that football has nothing to do with this.

We ended up laughing about the situation and agreeing to disagree. Treven kept out of it for the most part, preferring rather to laugh at our ridiculous banter than get thrown into the mix.

Susan Boyle Incites a Riot

Yesterday, Stephen and I were watching TV and a commercial for something came on. It kept showing random music artists, and then showed Susan Boyle.

I have never seen anyone get so upset about something so inconsequential before.

Stephen flipped out and started yelling at the TV.

"Oh my god, who is this chick? What is WRONG with America! I've never even heard of this stupid woman!!!"

I just stared at him for a bit, completely perplexed. I tried to explain who Susan Boyle was, and why people like her, but he could not grasp it in the least.

Just to see what would happen, I brought up Susan Boyle today. As expected, Stephen flipped again. I told him he needed to calm down and he said, "Kayla, don't tell me how to feel!!"

I will never completely understand men.

First Aid Fiasco

I had a very humorous moment with one of my roommates on Monday. At the time I wanted to kill him, but it's very funny now.

I was trying to cut sweet potatoes, but the sharpest knife we have was not cutting it (pun intended). The knife slipped and I cut my finger pretty badly. I immediately freaked out and started running it under water.

I managed to get my phone and call my mom.

Side note: Have you ever noticed that when you're sick or hurt your first reaction is to call your mom? My mom lives a good hour away from me, so she obviously couldn't do a damn thing about my injury, but she's still the first person I called.

Anyway, my mom told me to call someone else because I was home alone and obviously needed help. I was about to call my roommate Stephan when he walked through the door.

Now of my two roommates, Treven is majoring in nursing and Stephan is majoring in Spanish education. Of course, Treven had left about 5 minutes before this happened. So, in walks poor Stephan who is largely clueless about first aid.

I immediately yelled, "Oh my God you're here! Help! I cut myself really badly!"

Stephan looked like he would very much like to turn around and leave the apartment again, but he must have realized I was about to pass out and couldn't be left alone. He kept his distance and went to get band aids. He spilled the entire box of them out on the counter, told me to take a shot of whiskey, and stayed as far away from my wound as possible.

I would have thrown something at him if I had had the presence of mind. Fortunately for him, I was distracted by my injury. He did redeem himself slightly when he asked if I was okay to drive to pick my brother up from class.

Once I was calm, we all laughed about it, but I really hope I never do that again unless Treven is there. I really would have thought that a guy would be more comfortable with a little gore. My brother was always injuring himself when he was a kid, and he would just rub dirt on it and keep going.

This is why I've changed my roommates' names. Wouldn't want to embarrass anyone!