Magic

A girls' apartment is magical. Literally. I have never believed until now that a thing called magic existed. 


I'll give you an example:
I don't know if it's a ghost or some mysterious greater power, but it's there, in my apartment.

For dinner I decided to eat cinnamon roll flavored oatmeal for dinner (I am a cheap and lazy college student, don't judge). I know how much girls don't appreciate dishes lying around the house, so after I finished eating I picked up my dish from the table and filled it up with water in the sink, and waited to let the oatmeal particles loosen so it would be easier to wash. I used the bathroom and less than 5 minutes later-the oatmeal bowl in the sink had disappeared. I kid you not.

And this happens all the time. Just walking into the kitchen, one minute there is a dish, the next-it's gone. Crazy.

Guys don't care about cleaning. Dishes piled up sky high because we were always busy doing work or more important things. That's when the flies started coming. The amount of fruit flies that lived in our apartment was stupidly high. And they wouldn't just stay in the kitchen-a ton migrated to my bathroom like I was keeping a stockpile of bananas back there. So Alec (who was nominated best roommate 5 months in a row and counting) got some fruit fly tape. I am more of a natural girl and prefer to use home remedies, so I found this great recipe for trapping those pesky critters: all you need is apple cider vinegar and dish soap (breaks the surface tension of the vinegar) and a container (I used both a cup and a plate, but the plate work wayyyy better). 

It goes like this:
Pour about a cup of vinegar into your container of choice.
Add a couple of drops of dish soap (I do 3-5)
And wha-la! In the next 24 hours, all the fruit flies will flock to this concoction. 

I would leave it there for closer to 48 hours or 72 just to make sure I got all the suckers. The only downside is that the room that you put this in reeks of vinegar. I put mine in the shower and didn't take a shower for a day or two, but that is the price I will pay for a bug-free apartment. I'll just put a ton of body lotion and spray, so people would assume I live in Bath and Body Works.

As a girl in an all-guys man cave, it was my dutiful job as a woman to do the dishes in their eyes. (And the boys did the trash and recyclables.) Surprisingly, even though I embody many feminist and liberal ideas of women equality/power, I didn't mind doing the dishes as much as I thought. It's not hard putting a dish into a dishwasher. Nothing was washed by hand. Simple. And surprisingly calming. Even dishes I'm pretty sure were supposed to be hand-washed, nope, they went straight into the mouth of the cleaning machine.

What I don't understand is that girls like to hand-wash everything. Apparently it's "therapeutic". I did not get the memo. This lazy butt is putting spoons and cups in the dishwasher. Why wash something when a magical machine does the work and make it effortless for you?

But all in all, this girl prefers the magic to the flies any day.

-with luv,
Katrina

Ellen vs. How I Met Your Mother

I'm a busy person. I go to school, do homework, hang out with friends, and of course watch television. I'm not very good at multitasking, at most I can sleep and breathe. Forget walking and texting, I run into things. But when it comes to watching a show or movie, I watch when my brain hurts and I need a break from the every day hustle and bustle. I put it on, grab a snack and watch. Food and tv go well together: making dinner and watching tv; eating dinner and watching tv; cleaning up after dinner and watching tv. Even then I watch a show I'm interested in or the news so I can be informed. Other than that, I don't want my entire life to be engulfed in this seemly "magical rectangle".

When I was with boys, I would come home for dinner, make some nom nom, and turn on Netflix. We went through:
American Horror Story, season 1
Digimon, season 1 (focusing mostly on when they ultimate digivolved)
How I Met Your Mother, all the seasons on Netflix
Heroes, season 1 and 2 (after that, it just get's bad)
and multiple documentaries (I recommend Happy, Craigslist Joe and Miss Representation)

We would get obsessed with a tv show and watch it to watch it. I wouldn't even have to ask if they would want to watch it. The conversation would go:

I walk into the apartment.
Ben: "Heroes?"
Me: "YES!"
Ben: "Cool."
Turn on tv and Netflix and watch episodes on episodes.

TV was such a social activity as well. When it was on, we would all leave our rooms like we were zombies interested in eating someone and navigate ourselves onto the couches. We'd watch and talk about our days.

But alas, as guys, they leave ESPN on ALL THE TIME. Who is watching that recap of the Cowboys vs. Eagles? No one. Or the highlights from yesterdays game. No one is in the room. I've seen this clip for the 100th time. Boys and ESPN are like girls and HGTV or reruns of classic shows (Boy Meets World, Full House, etc.). The girls who I'm living with now are pretty good about turning the tv off when they leave the room. Mostly I think it's because they all have one in their rooms.

It's not as social anymore. At night when everyone is cooling down from the days work, they all go to their rooms and watch their tv shows. Already I've needed a tv watching buddy and have jumped into Kayla's bed (1. because it's comfier than mine and 2. because I feel that I need someone else to laugh at all the stupid jokes the characters make on tv).

So of course, I caved: I'm borrowing a small tv in my room this semester. Now that I can watch episodes of the Newsroom and Girls, I may never leave this room. Possible I'll bring back slumber parties and make forts cool again so people can come to me and I don't have to leave. I'll get the best of both worlds: socializing with the pals while experiencing it all from the comfort of my bed and snuggling with my stuffed animal squirrel.

Perfect. 



-with luv,
katrina

Let's start from the beginning

Lemme give you a little background about where I live...

Last semester I lived with three guys. I'm going to repeat that because it's not normal for a typical girl....THREE GUYS. And surprisingly I loved it. I barely even knew them before I moved in, but after I left, those boys are my brothers and I would do anything for them.

This semester I am living with three girls. Definitely a change of pace. I've only been living with them for a week and everything from dishes to everyday activities to tv is different. I feel like I am living on a totally different planet.

Throughout this semester, I'll be posting all about my experiences, so sit back, read, and feel free to laugh out loud.

-with luv,
katrina