Today I have been productive.
I added the word "promulgate" to my list of favorite verbs. (This is a word document I've made that I use when I write papers in order to evade the "to be" plague... and to give my fiance another reason to make fun of me.)
I wrote my favorite names on a classroom chalkboard so as to see how they look in print. And so as to enjoy writing on a chalkboard.
I fried penne.
To reward myself after a hard day's work, I decided to write a post in honor of my roommate. Where to begin?
1. There was the time when I noticed her standing in front of the mirror with her mouth open. After enough time had elapsed, and she seemed no less entranced, I asked, "What are you doing?" She responded in a voice laced with wonder and profundity, "How does food fit down there?"
2. Her philosophical bent has manifested itself in a variety of ways. Once she pointed out, "You cannot marry yourself." This changed my life forever. So much for ever finding a perfect spouse.
3. She once googled "William Turner emerging from the ocean with a bandana and a huge scar on his chest." Enough said.
4. Perhaps by this point you may think she's a bit nutty. You ain't heard nothing yet: She actually thinks that Ben Barnes is more attractive than William Moseley. What. That's like saying a cat is because when up tree shiver to. There is seriously no logical coherence there.
5. It is (Now do you see why I need my favorite verbs word document?) also worth mentioning that she suggests wine as a substitute for milk in cereal.
Indeed, these briefs recognitions of the fascinating person that is my roommate cannot do her justice. Her awesomeness, grandeur, fuzzy-ducky-ness, and vast wisdom escape the confines of human language. I must abandon further attempts.
Furthermore, I have quoted her many times on sticky notes and posted them on my wall. Take that for what it's worth. Which by the way, is a lot. It's worth a lot.
I beseech you to duly note this. All of it.
