keranzi

hello my name is keri and it's been 3 days since my last facebook login. 

i do this occasionally, ask a friend to change my password so i can't log in. that's how i end up with passwords like 'idon'tknowwhathappened1234' or 'ilovesiobhan.333'. nothing else works - i don't have enough will power not to log in to facebook all on my own for a few days. isn't that sad? but at least i seek help when i need it. so until www.facebook.com isn't the first thing i type into the address bar i have plenty of other things to focus my time on like camping and swimming and skating and blogging and moving into to my apartment!

so. after a summer of boarding several aircrafts, adjusting to different time-zones and a few moments of 'homelessness',  i have finally settled down and moved into apartment 59. i'm not kidding about the homelessness thing - a few days ago christina and i knocked on every door in our apartment complex in hopes that someone would let us use their shower, but were unsuccessful. so we went to the locker rooms on campus, but again... no avail. they were closed for 'maintenance'. we ended up going to the provo recreation center and used the showers there, like real bums, only we weren't charged 50 cents like they are because i am a provo city employee.

it's good to have a 'home' again. i have awesome roommates people i already know (besides one girl) so there will be no ‘awkward stage.' you know like when you both go to bed and you’re lying there in almost compete silence except the inhale and exhale of the stranger in the bed that's next to yours. i always hated that. however i have already managed to have an experience probably more awkward ... no WAY more awkward than that. 

you know those days when everything makes you mad and you realize it's silly so you try to have a good attitude but whatever you do just doesn't matter and you're just irritated? friday was one of those days. [girls, you understand] i woke up at 7:15 threw some white clothes in the washing machine and left for the day. i came back around 1 and moved my white clothes from the washing machine to the dryer. but there was one problem; 

they    were    p u r p l e 

[which is ironically my new favorite color. but not for brand-new underwear < hate that word]

what the heck. incredibly confused i stared at them for a while, until i reached in the washing machine and pulled out a purple purple purple tie-dyed t-shirt. i swear i looked to make sure nothing was in there, but it was dark that morning and i guess i must have missed it.

i turn to christina clenching my jaw and the t-shirt, trying to be nice i say: 'is this yours?'

christina [shakes her head quickly]: 'no, it's lara's'  [my new roommate]

i'm not even going to try to type what i said after this ... but i was pretty mad. no i was really mad. and i let christina know it and her boyfriend [also sitting in the kitchen], and the men fixing our bathroom sinks, and our neighbors and anyone within a five mile radius could probably hear me. including lara, who crept around the corner into the kitchen sincerely apologetic for leaving her shirt in the washing machine. um ... yeah this is about the time when i picked up my foot and shoved it in my mouth, i had no idea she was home. 

nice to meet you lara, i'm keri your new roommate i'm also a PSYCHO!!!

both of us apologized to each other thirty or forty times. i felt bad for yelling. i didn't mean what i said i just needed to vent. and she felt bad for leaving her shirt in the washing machine.

yelling turned into pleading for forgiveness which turned into giggling which turned into laughing really hard which turned into stomach aches and spitting water into the sink which somehow turned into more yelling but this time it wasn't with anger. 

the girl is a trooper to confront me while i was screaming. i probably would have stayed in my bedroom until the beast had left the kitchen, but she had the guts to come outside and approach it [me].

i came home from a camping trip the next day to find my clothes no longer purple, folded and on my desk chair. lara attacked them with bleach and restored them to their original whiteness. it made my day.

i have a feeling this is going to be a great semester ...