The roommate (dun, dun DUUUUUUNNNN!!!)

My posts have been such downers lately! I think its about time for some humor. So I'm going to tell you about my roommate.

Roomie and I first met on the first day here at Simpson. I didn't know what to expect, she could have been a crazy ax murderer for all I knew.

Hey, she could've been!

Anyways...

So first day, you know how it is. A little weird. I mean, you're going to be living with this person for the next 9 months and you're complete strangers. Awwwwkkkwwaaarrrdddd.
We were super conscientious of the other's feelings. We made sure our sleeping music wasn't too loud for the other, weren't too loud or imposing. You know the drill.

Fast forward a few months. We got another roommate and they were close, I kind of just did my own thing and didn't talk to them much.

Fast forward a few more months. Other roomie ended up leaving and roomie and I bonded over mutual issues.
We hung out more, got to know each other better, and now we enjoy bugging the crap out of the other and pranking each other!

I'll tell you about a few pranks and just funny things that prove we've lived together for too long.

Roomie has a hot sauce obsession. She puts it on everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. She even puts it on hot cheetos. One day she came over to my bed and asked me "Do you know what the saddest day of my life was?"
I said: "When you ran out of Sriracha?"
Roomie: "YES! How did you know?!"

That's how I know.
Also, Chrunches are the knock off kind...ahem

One of our roommate hobbies is going to WalMart at 2 in the morning. Why? Because we don't sleep and we need things at 2 in the morning.
We have learned that there are very creepy people there at 2 AM.
We still go anyways.

Once, I pranked her by putting saran wrap on the toilet seat. She totally fell for it. It retaliation, she put random crap all over me and my bed at 3 in the morning and I woke up wet because she tried to put my hand in water to make me pee myself. It didn't work.

She also likes to trick me into watching Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Roomie also introduced me to the pace where I got my first tattoo, which she was there for.

We do a lot of random things together, yell at each other across campus, and make fun of each other. Roomie is a crazy ass and I'm gonna miss her next year.

But for now, I gotta find another prank to pull on her before she gets back to the room...
>:D

Memories

Some memories are a bitch. We all know that. 

And the funny thing is, for the most part, we forget a majority of the good memories and only recall the bad ones. 

Stupid things we've said. People that have hurt us. Painful lessons we have learned. Finding out for the first time that the world is not as carefree and happy as we once assumed. 

Memories are something that I have been struggling with recently. I can't remember a good portion of the first 10 years of my life because my subconscious has blocked it out. Sometimes, I wish I could block out more. Other times, I wish I could remember what went on during that period of time.

Do you ever wish you could edit your memory? Cut out the worst times of your life? 

Would it make you happier? Or just more confused about yourself?

Great questions. 

We can't fully rid ourselves of bad memories. We can bury them, but for how long?

And when they're buried, how long until we wish we knew what was trapped away behind the iron bars of our deepest consciousness? 

My guess is not long. 

Experiences shape who we are, how we think, what we do. I've come to the conclusion that we just have to come to terms with our memories, with our experiences, good and bad. Accept them. Get closure.

But closure is always the most difficult when there are unknowns.