Bad roommate.

I've never had a bad roommate. My last two were pretty superb and even on this trip I have been blessed with friendly travelers and hunky Germans. So, last night was a new one for me. It was horrible. It brought back memories of living in the same room as my sister. But worst. It was a horrible, no-good, very bad roommate experience. Last night I was feeling very run down and crappy. I decided to call it a night at 7 and turn in with my oranges, tim tams and the hobbit. Well, about 10:00 my roommate... Let's call him Jo, came in and started to tell me all about his next adventure, which included traveling around the south island with his "Internet girlfriend" not making this shit up. It wouldn't have been a problem but then he tried to convince me to go with them to save money. After I politely declined, he started to watch shows on his lap top. Without ear phones. Then he left. And right as I was dozing off to sleep, he came back into the room with a steaming plate of food. The smell of which began to upset my already queasy stomach. Then the chewing began. No lie, he made his way through TWO ears of corn. The sound of munching could be heard through my I-pod. He finally got into bed. (oh, did I mention he took the top bunk above me... Even though there were two empty beds on the other side of the room. ) then around 1:00 I woke up from a restless half awake half asleep state to hear him climbing down the bunk, opening the window and a bunch of really heavy breathing. Well, at first I was just curious why he was standing behind the curtains with his head out the 6th story of a building. Then, our room began to smell like smoke. My roommate Jo was hanging out of our room, at 1 in the morning, smoking a cigarette, hiding behind the curtains. If that wasn't enough, his alarm went off at 5:30 and he began an hour long, LOUD process of packing up all of his gear. My dear roommate Jo is gone now. But I have a feeling that I will remember that little turd for a while.
Ahhhh hostels and the journey bring.
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My Old Room

I am home for one week. 

I have pictures to upload from my trip home with my mom and sister and my crazy packing experience...

 I have SO much to do in this one week before Australia. 

SO MUCH. 

But right now? 

I am sitting at my dad's computer searching through old pictures from my high school years. 

One thing that I came across was this bad haircut:

Taken on photobooth of course. Push up bra and all. Classy Hannah. Classy.

Another gem I came across was my old bedroom. 

I have NO idea how I convinced my mom and dad to let me do this to my room in high school... 

But somehow I did. 

And looking at the writing NOW brings back some memories that are almost as bad as my old hair cut.

Thank goodness I have a little better sense about these things now...

A little. 

It's also

A good thing I was so pretty back then. 

Yeah. 

These old pictures are PURE GOLD. 

Uggh. 

Bye. 

I'm off to delete these pictures so they will NEVER be used for blackmail. 

My Future Spouse.

I often find myself thinking about my future spouse. 

Oh, come on! 

Don't even try to tell me you don't do this.

Try to tell me you've never done this, and I'll give you a nickel. Yeah, that's right. A whole nickel. 

Well, for those of you not familiar with my dilemma here is what happens.

(and I'll reward you with your nickel later)

You are lying in your bed in the morning, dreading getting up for the day, trying to remember if you brushed your teeth the night before... and really contemplating wearing your dirty sweatpants for the third day in a row to class... 

That's before you find yourself thinking...

What if today is the day? 

What if, today I meet the person I am going to spend the rest of my life with?  

Shouldn't I look cute for him/her? 

Shouldn't I wash my hair and put on pants that don't have an elastic waist? 

Should I possibly try to look presentable today? 

Maybe put a little extra time into picking out my outfit and pluck that eyebrow hair that I've been meaning to get for a while now?

What if it's a one shot deal? 

What if, I go out into the world and see "the one" but they don't notice me because I look like a zombie girl?

Well, that's where my mind went today.

So, I got up and made some coffee. 

I wore a little make-up and brushed my hair for the first time in two days... 

I spent over ten minutes picking out an outfit and wore my fancy boots that make me look taller than I actually am. 

(Just in case I found out that my future spouse was in to tall girls) 

I did it all for them. 

My future lover. 

And you know what?

I didn't meet anyone new today. 

And no one took any more of an interest in me than when I haven't shaved my legs for a week. 

So what does that tell you?

Well, I don't know what it tells you.

But it tells me that I have to do it all again tomorrow. 

Life sometimes. 

You know?

My roommate says that I need to expect the unexpected. 

She says meeting "the one" is never planned.

Easy for her to say, she always looks cute. 

And doesn't need to wear fancy boots to make herself look taller.
She's already tall. 

Blah. 

Wednesdays.