Thursday, July 15, 2010

hypothetically speaking

Have you ever tried sleeping in a cave?

Well technically, neither have I. But. If you have ever seen the bunk bed that Katie and I share [yes, my roommate's name is Katie, too], you would most likely have made an observation that went something like this:

"Huh. Wow. Whoever sleeps on the bottom has to sleep in a cave."

That would be me.

And if you have ever slept in a real cave you understand. Unless it was a really big cave and/or had bats in it. Because my bunk bed sports neither of those amenities.

I really don't mind it as much as I thought I would. I do have to make certain accommodations, such as shining a light awkwardly through the wooden slats at the foot of the bed so that I might read at night. But while I joke that I have to get all the way out of the bed to turn over, that isn't actually the case.

Yes, for the most part, I actually enjoy my little submarine-esque bed. It's a little like being six again and being able to sleep in a fort that I made for myself.

Well, just on the off-chance that you ever want to relive your childhood and pretend you live in a fort and/or have impetuously joined the Navy, and decide to buy a bunk bed that more-than-slightly resembles a cave, I caution you:

If your alarm goes off in the morning, DO NOT - I repeat, DO NOT - sit up as fast as you can to turn it off. Because if you are anywhere over 3 feet tall - and statistically speaking, I would surmise that you probably are - you will most likely hit your head on the board above your bed. And that hurts. Really badly. Possibly even a little bit throughout the day.

I mean, not that I've done that or anything.

Just hypothetically speaking, of course.

Monday, July 12, 2010

newest love

So I have a new love.

As you know, for many years, the love of my life has been Dr. Pepper. And then I came to college and discovered Mr. Pibb [you think it's the same thing, but it's not, I promise...1,000 times better]. I have loved Mr. Pibb (and DPep, too, whilst MP isn't available) for approximately 4,381 days. [Just kidding. I have no clue how many days. But I do remember that blessed first night at McDonald's when I tried DPep for the first time.]

Well, step aside Mr. Pibb, you have a new competitor.

And my new love shall be named as thus:

Horchata Smoothies from QT

Oh how I love thee.

Sometimes, I actually crave these babies over Mr. Pibb. I know. Earth shattering.

Before your world stops turning completely, let me just reassure you: I still love me a good Mr. Pibb.


Now they have equal spots as my go-to drink.

Thank goodness my roommates love a QT run just as much as I do.

Bonding time has never tasted better.

[Except for that Mango-Habanero Chicken Chantal made last night. Dang I love my roommates.]