oh, 'boro
well let me start off by saying that i burned the mess out of some rice a little while ago. i think i smell like it. it was horrible. i had to leave the apartment. i guess they weren't kidding when they said to stir frequently.
and just when i thought i was getting to be a good cook.
today the most amazing thing happened at school. i'm going to write it as a short short story. remember that i said previously that the honors office is actually a two bedroom 'cottage' where grad students used to live.
I'm walking through the hallway to the kitchen, which has now been changed into the breakroom/supply closet/copy room. I see an older guy, bald, with old tattoos on his arm, you know, the kind that are faded to almost a navy blue color and stretched out. He knocks on the door, and I hear him say, "Come on honey, someone's in here" in a thick Southern accent.
Ron, who has worked in the honors cottage for 6 years, walks out to see what the noise is all about.
The man, wearing black faded jeans and cowboy boots, looks straight past me and tells Ron, "Hey, I built these buildings!"
'These buildings' have to be 30 or 40 years old. Ron says, "Wow, really?"
"Yeah! I want to show it to my wife. I'm gonna build our house to be exactly like this!"
A woman walks in with blondish curly hair piled on top of her head, a little too much make-up on her face, and ill-fitting clothes. The kind where the shirt doesn't quite cover the belly, and the pants don't quite zip up right.
"See," he says. "This is it!"
He proceeds to get into a whole conversation with Ron about what they use the cottage for now. He repeatedly talks about how he is going to build it for him and his wife.
"Yep, two bedrooms and one bathroom."
His wife pipes in. "Well, we have to add another bathroom." She says, in a thick accent that appears to be Russian. Mail-order bride? Ron speculated that after they left. Anyway, she begins to say that her husband takes too long in the bathroom, but he cuts her off and says goodbye to Ron.
"We better head out. We drove 60 miles to come look at these."
and just when i thought i was getting to be a good cook.
today the most amazing thing happened at school. i'm going to write it as a short short story. remember that i said previously that the honors office is actually a two bedroom 'cottage' where grad students used to live.
I'm walking through the hallway to the kitchen, which has now been changed into the breakroom/supply closet/copy room. I see an older guy, bald, with old tattoos on his arm, you know, the kind that are faded to almost a navy blue color and stretched out. He knocks on the door, and I hear him say, "Come on honey, someone's in here" in a thick Southern accent.
Ron, who has worked in the honors cottage for 6 years, walks out to see what the noise is all about.
The man, wearing black faded jeans and cowboy boots, looks straight past me and tells Ron, "Hey, I built these buildings!"
'These buildings' have to be 30 or 40 years old. Ron says, "Wow, really?"
"Yeah! I want to show it to my wife. I'm gonna build our house to be exactly like this!"
A woman walks in with blondish curly hair piled on top of her head, a little too much make-up on her face, and ill-fitting clothes. The kind where the shirt doesn't quite cover the belly, and the pants don't quite zip up right.
"See," he says. "This is it!"
He proceeds to get into a whole conversation with Ron about what they use the cottage for now. He repeatedly talks about how he is going to build it for him and his wife.
"Yep, two bedrooms and one bathroom."
His wife pipes in. "Well, we have to add another bathroom." She says, in a thick accent that appears to be Russian. Mail-order bride? Ron speculated that after they left. Anyway, she begins to say that her husband takes too long in the bathroom, but he cuts her off and says goodbye to Ron.
"We better head out. We drove 60 miles to come look at these."
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