That's not right.

On Sunday I went to grab ice from our ice box and per usual, there was nothing but germy ice-bits. You know, those little bits-o-ice that break off in the bucket, the ones that everyone has filtered through their fingers when grabbing the cubes...

I like my water cold and my immune system strong. I used the bits.

I also like to have convenient access to future cold beverages so I emptied the half-used ice trays (annoyed.) and refilled them. 

The next night, having not used any more ice since the refill, I reached into that bucket and thus I established a pattern...

Ice bits. 

Ice bits and a half empty ice tray.

After my mind flooded with irrational angry thoughts:

I'm going to leave a note: "It takes more time to pick out individual cubes than it does to refill the tray".

I'm going to empty the tray really loud so my roommates (who weren't even home) know what they did (more like, didn't do) and I am not happy.

I'm going to hide the ice. That's right, no more ice for them. The ice is all mine...Allllll mine!

After composing my mental self, I concluded...

A true testament to one's character is whether or not they refill the ice cube tray when the ice box is empty.

This simple task is something that is done when no one else is watching. It involves being proactive to support yourself and others.  It is responsible, considerate, and just the right thing to do.

...currently questioning my roommates' character

...and debating how I could feasibly hide the ice from them (while maintaining my title as Best Roommate Ever).

Decision Maker

After a rather low-key weekend for two preferred-busy individuals, by Sunday afternoon my boyfriend, Matt, and I were lingering around the kitchen feeling antsy about potential evening plans.

Sure, it was Superbowl Sunday...but the obvious evening activity was one we preferred to avoid.

Matt: What do you want to do?

Me: It doesn't matter?
...is this a time where you'd like me to provide a list of options or just be silent?

Matt: You can provide options.

Options were provided, undecidedness prevailed.

After a tag "your it" slap I chased him in a small circle around the kitchen island. The chase turned into a lap...which turned into another lap.

We ran in circles. Frantically. Mouths open. Laughing. Spastic.

Lap after lap...

It eventually reached that moment, where deep down you know your activity has ran it's course...yet you are still participating.  I thought..."yea, it's time to stop"...but we didn't.

It went on too long for normalcy.

I felt like a dog and I didn't mind it.

I felt embarrassed yet rejuvenated.

Both feeling slightly awkward for letting that go on as long as it had...the decision was made...doesn't matter the plans, we needed to leave the apartment.

homophone

I recently started a graphic design class for non-majors, thinking I have a few creative genes in me...it should be pretty easy.

My perception was wrong.

After tracing along some outlined images in Illustrator for our second homework assignment, choosing a color pallet and theme, the teacher went around to each student to provide feedback.

I nervously awaited his feedback and encouragement.

Teacher: "Those are really cool."

Me: giddy with excitement, trying to not overly express my enthusiasm for his positive response... "Thank you."

Teacher: "No, I mean your color scheme is cool."

...Sigh.