Archive | July, 2008

sweet potato

23 Jul

One of my roommates and his girlfriend purchased some sweet potatoes about a month and a half ago with intentions of cooking them and making a glorious sweet potato feast. Well, I guess as big of a feast that you can have with 2 sp’s. (I’ll be calling sweet potatoes “sp’s” from now on because I think it will be too time consuming to type “sweet potatoes” tons of times. Almost as time consuming as typing this explanation as to why I won’t be typing out the whole two words each time).

So these two sp’s are put below my shelf in the cabinet. This shelf is really just the floor of the cabinet, and it is full of wal-mart grocery bags. The sp’s are lost and forgotten in the grocery bags for a long time and I start realizing it smells faintly of fish, or possibly some other dead animal. However, I do not investigate because I am lazy. More time passes and I go to eat a piece of bread and it actually tastes like the smell.

At this point, I decide to find out what it is. I push away a single wal-mart bag, and there they are…in all their smelly horror. The juices the rotting sp’s produced actually ate through the bag they were in and were covering the floor of the cabinet. I picked up a corner of the bag and rushed it to the trash. However, in doing this the smell was amplified. By a lot. The whole apartment started smelling, so Justin and I had to leave. (I forgot to mention Justin witnessed all this. Sorry you had to smell that, Justin.)

Later, I came back prepared with various cleaners and air fresheners. It was a long, juicy, terrible-smelling battle. There were two wash cloth casualties by the end of the fight, and a garbage bag full of tainted wal-mart bags.

The smell is gone from the apartment now. The cabinet floor is sanitized. Order is restored.

The moral of the story: Don’t ever lose your sp’s.

new bike

17 Jul

I got my new bike today. Well, it’s my dad’s 20-year-old bike with new tires that he gave to me.
Here’s how the story goes:

The bike got fixed at the bike shop in Orange yesterday (after being there for a very long time) and my dad was planning on bringing it to me today. I am pretty excited to get it because I’ve been waiting for a few weeks now. I clean out the patio closet to make a home for it, which is no easy feat because of all the who-ha in there, and I get my headband and redneck sleeveless shirt ready to take the bike for a spin. Sure enough, my dad shows up with my new-old bike. I ride around a little bit to make sure everything is working properly. We exchange pleasantries and he leaves, and I am left to ride.

Everything is going smoothly. I am riding on the street, which I feel kind of weird about because of all the passing cars. About a mile into the ride I get into a neighborhood and see that it has a sidewalk. I decide to get on the sidewalk through a nearby driveway. “Yeah yeah! This is a damn good plan!” I think to myself. I pull up the front wheel so I don’t jar myself, but as I do so, my bike says “Get off me, bike noob,” and the front wheel comes off. So I fly over the handlebars because I’m going pretty fast and get scraped up a bit. Then I look up and there’s a lady in her car staring at me with her hand over her mouth. I think she might be laughing.

Then I walk a mile back to my apartment with a smashed up bicycle and smashed up dreams of riding the bicycle. My dad comes back and picks it up to get it fixed again.
Hopefully things go better next time.

Love, Colin.

summer school

16 Jul

My first day of the summer II session was last Friday. In a last fit of freedom, some of my friends and I played a drinking game. This was difficult because none of us are alcohol drinkers, so we decided to play the game with water.

It was pretty spastic and without rules, and I ended up drinking enough water to make me nauseous and break into cold sweats. I couldn’t really sleep as a result of this, and my first day of class was very unpleasant. It seemed like Justin drank almost twice as much as I did, so I’m not sure how he’s still alive. He told me he couldn’t see all that well towards the end there.

Next time we’ll be smart and play with flaming dr. peppers instead.