Craigslist Family

My housemates have become a loosely-connected family. It's wonderful. J and A (they're a couple) are like the parents. J is the dad. He takes out the trash and handles the plumbing, makes awkward jokes and generally teases everyone. A is sweet but with spunk. J makes fun of her but they're adorable together. Then there's Y (the asian grad-student). He's like a dorky older brother. I can poke fun at him but I really respect him. My friends come over to the house and he'll have us rolling on the floor in laughter. Last is C, we're closer to sisters. We each live our own lives but we have some good conversations and an adventure every now and then. It's amusing to me that the whole group found each other on craigslist.

The other day, I decided at 1 am that we should have a hot cocoa party. Y and C joined in and we invited fifteen people over to the house, lit a fire and had different kinds of hot chocolate. I stood in the kitchen over the hot cocoa and smiled at the scene. This is what a family should be like. This is what college should be.

Modern Gypsy Caravan of one

My dream house is roughly 100 sq. ft on wheels. http://www.tumbleweedhouses.com/houses/

It will have a front porch with a rocking chair (or possibly a swing) and potted plants. I'll have solar panels on the roof, a composting toilet and a rainwater collection system.

I'll have only the things I need and nothing more. People won't be able to give me gifts because I won't have any place to put them. I'll have a loft bed above the kitchen and a wet shower above the composting toilet. I've been wondering about the possibility of using the humus from the composting toilet as soil for my potted vegetable garden. Apparently "humanure" (if processed correctly) is safe for use as soil for edible plants. Who knew?

I'm thinking about adding a mifi to it so that I'll have internet wherever I go and then I can take my self-sustaining modern gypsy caravan of one with me wherever I decide to travel withing north america. I have a feeling I'd run into problems trying to drive all the way down to brazil with it behind my zap-truck.

Winks

They're strange. Winks can be overdone. Large facial movement. The eyelid closes and the mouth opens. Or, they can subtle. So fast and quick that one is left wondering if it even happened.

The short and quick winks are sneaky. They're flirtatious but not obviously so. Getting winked at is almost like having someone raise their eyebrows at you. You sit there, half-stunned. "Did they really just do that?" The answer is most likely, "Yes. Yes, they really did."

I always expect old men to wink and young men to thinking winking is old-fashioned and socially awkward. I'm taken aback every time a young man winks at me. It still happens though.

Restless

I'm getting restless.

Maybe it's because I just got back from Israel. Maybe it's because I'm not interested in any of my classes right now. Maybe it's because I'm hormonal or maybe it's the cold, clear skies. Regardless of the reason, I'm restless and my wanderlust is out of control.

I was just asked to become president of the jewish cultural group on my campus next year. I guess I could do it. I'm opinionated enough to make decisions (half the time). I care about maintaining the jewish heritage. I just recently got back from Israel so I guess I should have a renewed passion for everything.

I think maybe I just miss him. He's awfully cheesy and not the best guy but he's so honest with me. It's almost obscene.

He spent the night before his birthday with me at my house. We mostly just cuddled. I liked having him next to me in my bed. It's a larger bed and I only use up half of it. It feels right to have someone just an arm reach over. I've never felt that before.

I tried to get people to go to the beach with me the other night. Spontaneous roadtrip!! Let's rent a yurt! My friends wouldn't go for it. "In winter? We're sick... That doesn't sound like fun. The roads are icy right now." I decided that my friends are lame. They're wonderful and they care about me but they don't have the same spunk. And they say that I'm not adventurous. Why don't they understand the adventurous means having real adventures and spontaneous roadtrips and crazy spur of the moment urges? Adventurous does not mean taking magical mushrooms in someone's basement and pissing yourself because you're too scared to go to the bathroom or because you're hallucinating that you're melting.

I need new friends.

hmm...

I was in Israel. I met a guy, another american jew on my trip. He was from Philadelphia. He's in law school at Penn. Smart guy. He looked like woody allen but when he smiled, his whole face lit up and it was a beautiful smile. He didn't talk much; at least not to me. He had no problems speaking in front of a room, sharing his mind. He was articulate and well spoken. Entirely too conservative in his fiscal policies and he drank too much. But I liked him just the same.

Chemistry

So, one of the jewish boys and I have been talking a lot lately. We've got chemistry. His birthday, is on a fucking meteor shower. How cool is that? SO cool, is the proper answer.

So, I had a girlfriend over at my house for hannukah tonight and I asked her to test out my new mattress. I generally, like really firm mattresses and so I wanted to see if it was comfortable for other people, in case... well... you know.

So, we in my bed, cuddling and she starts to unwind and share everything that she misses about her ex and their recent breakup. Turns out, she just wants to cuddle. I said, "cuddling with girls, is never the same. I'm always the big spoon and I hate being the big spoon. And being the little spoon to somebody smaller than you, sucks."

She said "My ex never really liked spooning. He liked face to face cuddling or his arm around me with my face on his chest. "

"I said, I think I know a guy that likes spooning..."

When she left, I called him up. He was standing outside of the library at his respective university in the rain. We started talking about cuddling and he admitted that he likes all kinds of cuddling as long as it's cuddling. He stops for a second and says "Everyone around me is looking at me. "

We kept talking and I told him the story about the "smooth" guy. He asked me if I was impressed by his smoothness.

Our history is a little strange. He always contacts me right after a breakup. For awhile, I thought it was just to boost his confidence. I said, "We're not just talking again because you're single again, right?"

"No, No! My feelings for you are static, they never change. I'm a metal and you're an electromagnetic wave. You give me a positive feeling."

I started chuckling. I could hear the people around him asking questions. And then I heard him say " What? Guys, she's really pretty!" I kept laughing but I didn't mean to. It was just so cute. We always talk about how we have chemistry. Well, there it is. I'm an electromagnetic wave. Simple as that.

Smooth....

Rugby player asked me to see harry potter with him. I said, sure! free ticket to Harry Potter? Okay.

He picks me up with his roommate. We get to the movie theater, site down and we sit in this order. Me, rugby player, roommate.

half way through the movie, Rugby player turns to me and says "SO, my shoulder is really sore from this recent basketball injury..."

I become girly and sensitive and say "Aww... Are you okay?"

He says" Nah, I'm fine, I just need to elevate my shoulder." and with that, he wraps heis arm around me. Only, it was really uncomfortable.

I said, "You think you're smooth, don't you?"

"yeah, I'm pretty smooth."

I took his arm off of my shoulder.

We finish the movie. He almost cries when (SPOILER) dobby dies.

Two hours after I'm back at my house, I get a text from him. "I'm smooth, you just don't know it yet."