Worse than girls

You know how guys make fun of girls for going to the bathroom together or calling each other about what they're going to wear later that night? I think we can all agree that most of the time this is true, but don't be so quick to point the finger boys - because I've found that boys can be worse than girls....

I'm sitting at home alone right now. Where are the boys you ask? Shopping. This isn't a joke. They love to go shopping together. They are at target now getting who knows what. It's funny because sometimes they are worse than girls. Dan will say "I'm going to Safeway" (our grocery store) and suddenly everyone responds, "Wait for me man!" or "I'll come too!" Sometimes they even plan it. The other day I heard them talking in the morning about how after their classes they were going to go to Trader Joe's. We also live close to 7/11, and Howie is a big fan of the Slurpies there. He'll pass by my room and tell me he's going to 7/11, and I'll say something like "Ok see you later." Then I go outside my room and realize they're all gone. They'll come back and I'll ask Spencer or Tobe or Dan, "Hey what did you get?" To which at least one of them replies "Oh nothing." I mean really? To be honest it's pretty cute, and I've realized that boys like spending time with each other too - even if they won't admit it.

New Episode!

If you haven't already, please check out the television show "New Girl." There is a new episode on tonight, and I think it's one of the funniest shows currently airing! Sometimes I feel like I can exactly relate to the silly things that occur on the show. :)

Ew.

This morning I woke up to this.

In fact, most mornings I wake up to this. I'm pretty sure it's Tobe who has to pee in the middle of every night. The first time it happened, I nearly fell in. Now I'm use to it and double check every time. I've decided it's much less effort to just flush the toilet myself than it is to complain to them. Plus, they do put up with my girly needs - so I figure I'll give them this.

Bake into their hearts.

Man oh man can these boys eat. It doesn't help that they work out so much with practices twice a day every day. This means they are constantly eating - literally. I'm not sure there is ever a time when at least one of them at home isn't eating something. I think of them as my garbage disposals. And let me tell you, all of them have a sweet tooth. Since I've been here I've made a total of three cakes, some brownies, and various types of cookies. The other day my friend Karla and I decided to make homemade chocolate chip cookies and stuff them with Oreos.
This was the result:

As the boys walked into the house (they had all gone on a run together, cute huh?), they instantly came into the kitchen and flashed their charming smiles. Dan said, "I want our house to smell like this forever," and Howie said, "Please tell me we can eat those." Of course the cookies were gone within the night. If ever I'm in a rut with them, or if I ever feel like I hadn't been the nicest person - I bake for them, and somehow find my way back into their hearts.

Lazy Days

Do you ever just have those days where you literally just want to hang around all day in your pj's? Not only that, but you also have no urge to do anything productive? Even the simplest tasks such as putting your cereal bowl in the sink or picking up your shoes from the living room become difficult tasks. These are the ultimate lazy days - and they are also reasons why living with boys can sometimes be quite rewarding.


The other day I didn't want to do anything. It was a Sunday, and I was tired from practice, tired of school, and just plain tired in general. I lounged around all day with the guys and didn't even shower. I made eggs for breakfast and didn't clean the pan right away. Then I snacked on some yogurt and didn't throw the container away. I took off my shoes in the living room and left them there all day. It was great. When I had a girl roommate this would never have happened. Well, let me rephrase. It would have happened, but I would have had a whole lot of yelling coming at me. If I was ever late for class and changed in a hurry, leaving my clothes in a pile, I was in trouble. If I ever accidentally left toothpaste in the sink and didn't wipe it up within seconds, I was in trouble. Living with these boys is sometimes kind of refreshing. They are by no means messy. They are probably the cleanest  guys I know, but let's just say they understand lazy days way better than girls do.

Isn't he cute?

Continuing on this morning's post, here's a few photos I've snapped of Spencer in the past month . . .

In class wearing a giant sweater and flip flops.

Spencer on his first day of work!

Just playing Call of Duty

After practice enjoying a cup of coffee.

Sometimes, you just wanna kill 'em

I am with my housemates an insane amount of time during the day. We wake up at 5:30 together to go to practice on the water together for 3-4 hours. We then all make and eat breakfast together. After our classes we have a second practice on land from 5-6:30ish. After that we go home and usually eat dinner together. From that point on we're together until its time for bed - then we do it all over again. It's no surprise then that sometimes, I want to kill them. I literally want to throw my heaviest books at their face. Or possibly strangle them. Obviously I don't actually want them to die, just suffer for a tiny bit.

The other day this was Spencer. If there were ever any two people who were going to fight in the house, it would be me and him. Part of my job at practice is to correct technique/form and to relay to the guys in the boat what it is exactly our coach expects and is looking for. Now let me preface this story by saying that Spencer is a good rower. He is our stroke seat and is by all means one of the best rowers on our team. It just so happens that this day he was messing up. It was obvious he was "breaking his outside wrist" or "feathering his blade with the outside hand" (I apologize for the rower talk). Our coach noticed it first and told him to correct it. No change. Again he tells him to stop breaking the wrist. No change. Finally he tells me to tell Spencer, to which I get the response "I'M NOT BREAKING MY WRIST." Instantly the next stroke is perfect.

When we get up to the boathouse after practice, Spencer is all grumpy and whatnot because I yelled at him. He then tries to explain to me that he wasn't "feathering with his outside hand" he was just "breaking his outside wrist" - WHICH IS THE SAME THING. I basically ask the question to the entire team whether or not they agree with Spencer or me, and they all agree with me. Spencer doesn't talk to me for the rest of the day. In fact, he doesn't talk to anyone for the rest of the day because he's so freaking stubborn. This eventually resulted in an all out shouting match at the end of the day. Like I said, sometimes, you just wanna kill 'em.



(and perhaps they want to kill me).