by the food flirt in apt. 11

   You don't realize how different and yet normal you are until you move out and live with people you've never met in your entire life. See, my roommates, are a special form of weird that means "different from me." They don't sing to Disney--THEY DON'T SING TO DISNEY. Every time they say they don't dance (when I'm obviously rocking out), all I can think is the song from HSM 2) *cue dance music*.

hamburger rice casserole with muffins

   Also, 12 credits and no job gives you too much free time. I make so much food that is actually good. My roommates, despite their obvious overflowing free time, thrive on top ramen and instant mac ' cheese. I don't know if they have seen the inside of an oven. I made muffins to go with a casserole and they thought I was gourmet. It's probably the biggest lie I've ever heard. Quite frankly, I didn't make my own food until I moved out. I learned by example.

Bloomington Lake from the cliffs

also, the Logan Temple is gorgeous

another bloomington view

   People can also be ignorant; joking about sensitive, serious topics with no knowledge of what is really going on--from politics to rape to suicide. I want to think, or it is my hope that people come to college to seek a higher education and with that, a higher level of comedy. I haven't found that yet.

   College boys are gorgeous. Has anyone ever realized just how gorgeous they are? Somehow, I made friends with a male cheerleader in my apartment who has arms bigger than my dreams and he looks like Channing Tatum.

   For the first time in my life, I Feel cinematically cultured. My roommates aren't Harry Potter fans. They've never watched Lord of the Rings (any of them) all the way through. They don't even know what Star Wars is or seen Indiana Jones. C'mon. 

   Logan has so much to do even though it doesn't look like much. My roommates and I go to Bloomington Lake in Idaho with the rest of the apartment. It's this gorgeous, secluded lake that seems almost impossible to get to. Stunning cliffs and clear water and a rope swing were camera food. You would think that the water would be freezing, as it is in the mountains.

I'm normally a pretty mellow person--at least when you first get to know me; however, I have an innate sense of common sense within me. When people lack that, I want to shove my head into a concrete wall. So, with Bodies of the World coming back to The Leonardo in SLC (GO TO IT), it reminds me that the only people I like are the naked kind dedicated to science. Not exactly true, but when you rub peppermint oil in your eye, it's pretty reasonable.

No matter how different or weird or crazy or strange I think my roommates are, I still love them. Their different keeps me on my toes and I learn so much from them. They are neat people and it is so cool to see how different I grew up compared to them.

   I use to joke with my mom that I wouldn't have a need to buy food in college 'cause I could just flirt my way through the food system. I didn't think that would actually happen. One day, it did.

   Encounter one: Walking out of class, talking with classmates about our lunch plans. I was going to go to my apartment and grab something to eat before the next class. A boy in the class, says he'll treat me to lunch. Like. . . I didn't even try.

   Encounter two: I left a huge bag of Reese's at my best guys' room in my complex. I came back to get it a day later and they were gone. Channing Tatum (remember him?) looks guilty and I'm not even bothered (it's my fault! I left the Reese's). He insists he will make me dinner that night. We had enchiladas.

   Encounter three: Keep in mind this happens all in one day. My good friend Evan (who reminds me of Nick from sophomore year!) decides an hour later he wants to make stuffed green pepper and give it to me. So he does.

I am the food flirt in apt. 11. I still make my own sustenance to survive the college life, and man, is it good.