Yesterday, I overheard one of my roommates talking to her friend about me....
"One of my roommates..."
"Which one?"
"The kind of weird one"
"Oh... THAT roommate."
"Which one?"
"The kind of weird one"
"Oh... THAT roommate."
And I realized I was THAT roommate. You know.... THAT one.
~THAT one who keeps a container of floating tofu in the fridge.
~THAT one who probably voted democrat.
~THAT one who will probably join the Peace Corps after she graduates
~THAT one who listens to all that ethnic music with unintelligible words and even more unintelligible instruments
~THAT one who thinks that the Word of Wisdom actually endorses vegetarianism
~THAT one who shops at DI, not because she can't afford otherwise, but because she thinks buying new clothing is wasteful
~THAT one who rolls sushi for Sunday dinner~THAT one who prefers to get her groceries by bike
~THAT one who reads poetry, books on eastern religion, and dystopian fiction.
~THAT one who thinks reality TV is trash. In fact the TV would provide more entertainment if she got to throw it in the pool.
Yesterday I realized I was THAT roommate.
I laughed, wholeheartedly congratulated myself, and went back to reading about Tibetan Buddhism and sipping my peppermint tea.
:)
5 comments:
Thats why we love you!
Ha Ha, ohh. That neice. Yeah, that girl in Utah. We sure miss you! I have to say, I'm totally with you on the peppermint tea!
You should come visit us in Hailey, you would fit right in. We often feel like "those" people here.
I’M going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
I’m going out to fetch the little calf 5
That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
Is that a song... or are you writing me poetry?
I don't really mind either one.... :)
We still need to have a talk!
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