Online Scandals, Scrambled Eggs, and Cooking.

This evening was rather interesting as after meeting the four of us have gathered around in the kitchen discussing the events of the day. Taylor has the habit of wandering around shirtless in the apartment and on this particularly fine evening she decided to scramble some eggs at one in the morning while the rest of us talked. (This is an incredibly momentous occasion by the way because Taylor never, and I mean NEVER cooks, unless she were gagged and forced to cook to save her life.) As Taylor likes to remind us on a regular basis, she is very comfortable with her femininity. She had scrambled eggs with cheese and milk and Ali ate cheesecakes, and Chealsie ate boneless barbeque wings; what did I eat? Oh ya know, an apple. (Gosh, I sound so healthy, but in all actuality, I'm probably one of the most unhealthy eaters on the planet.) Really other then that, not too much has happened, oh we did practice basically half of the Follies show and that was a ton of fun! I'm so excited about that! :) I've wondered if I should become a gypsy. In all actuality it sounds like a delightful option. I could just dance around in flowy pretty skirts with a pet goat--wait, I don't like goats, maybe I'll have a puppy. Yeah, I like puppies. So since I forgot to mention this beforehand, while Taylor was shirtless composing eggs Ali apparently took a video of her without Taylor's knowledge, it's rather hilarious and I won't go into much detail but let's just say we all think that it could be a huge online scandal! (Hmm might be a good way to pay for student loans. Just kidding, that's a terrible idea ;))
Well I guess that's basically it for now. Tune in next time to hear Taylor sing opera in the shower, or watch Ali draw more expressive hair, or smell Chealsie's boneless chicken wings, or maybe watch me eat an apple. Farewell, and goodday.

Singing off: Captain Kirk. Hmmm no...maybe Picard, Captain Picard...nope. I dunno yet, we'll keep trying names.

Toxic coughs, Flavored gloves, and "Real Jobs."

 

Now just as a disclaimer, this is a blog about myself and my three awesome roommates as we live together for this magical year. And no, this is nothing like Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, because frankly, there ain't no way we are all three gonna be able to fit into the same pair of pants. Especially jeans, maaaaaybe those stretchy elastic pants? Besides, who bedazzles anymore anyways? Ain't nobody got time for that!

Let's set the scene:
The four of us have gathered around in the living room as our whimsical art major, Ali, draws and sketches a woman with expressive hair, and psychedelic boobs. (Direct quote.) Whilst one of our resident science majors, Taylor, discusses erectile dysfunction and other "sciency" things.(Though I think they're just gross but nobody asked me.) The other science major, Chealsie, will randomly interrupt the silence with her announcements of all the funny things she finds on pinterest. There's this one involving chemistry, and tables...I dunno, it escapes me at the moment. I'm just a lowly ole' English major. Now I'm going to take a moment here and just say that it is awfully aggravating that the majority of the world's general population thinks that only two of the four of us have "real jobs." Can you guess which two? Yup, you guess them, the science majors apparently. But I digress. Now Taylor has these awful coughing fits right now that I think might be rather toxic, but she just glares at me for being slightly over-dramatic. (Hey, you can never be too careful!) Oh! Has anyone ever tasted flavored gloves? Anyone? Apparently Taylor has had the delightful experience of tasting flavored gloves many times at the Dentist's office. (The rest of us just shuddered in horror, and cringed at the thought.) Oh yeah, back to her toxic coughing fits(Poor thing). So thankfully for us mere residents here in the apartment, Taylor has blessed us by aiming her coughs towards our Christmas tree. (Though I feel as though the death of our Christmas tree is now imminent.) What am I doing? Oh nothing. Absolutely nothing. Procrastinating on homework and writing this pile of gibberish. If only procrastination were an Olympic sport, then my life would be set. I could just lounge around and eat grapes handed to me by Chris Hemsworth as I tan on the beach. (For future reference, pretty much all of my greatest dreams consist of Chris Hemsworth, it's not my fault I swear!) I suppose that's about all I have to say for now. Goodnight! (Or goodday, whatever time it may be whenever you read this.)

P.S. The Johnson Hall Christmas thingymabob was pretty cool. The food was GREAT! Like for reals, it was top-notch. Way to go boys! :)