On a more serious note...

I just had to post and say that I love these girls. I love that we can cry together and comfort one another. I just love us!

"Pressure can turn a lump of coal into a flawless diamond... or a sane person into a perfect basket case."

Our friend Will once said "The guys in the dorms play basketball every week night. I only see girls out on the weekends. What do they even do during the week?". We all knew the answer, and we all wanted to avoid telling him. Men who don't live with women only see what the women want them to see.  Basically all I'm trying to say is- women are crazy. Especially when under stress. While some women attempt to remedy this with ice cream and chocolate, others take a more ...unique approach.

It usually starts out something like this:
"Ugh. I have so much homework to do! I don't want to do it though..."

Turn on some music, add some sugar, a little sleep deprivation... you get the point.

This is how Fernando came to life. Last week, apt. 58 hosted a gingerbread decorating FHE activity. There was a lot of candy left over, and after eating some of it to fuel our insanity, we let loose. Juli started it by tying two colored twizzlers together, and then I added the head and eyes. As you can see in the below picture, we created our version of a man. After finishing our masterpiece, all we had to do was decide what to do with it. In our ecstacy, we somehow determined that it would be funny to show some boys our artistic rendition. So, we door-bell ditched it. (very junior high... don't judge.) There's something about combining mystery and stupidity that eases the stressed mind. People always say that men like mysterious women, right? I guess it continues to intrigue them just as long as they don't solve the mystery...

                                                     Fernanado. Man with grass skirt.

Dating 101... Don't consult your roommates--They'll consult you.

When a guy asks a girl on a date, he has no idea that he's really asking her entire apartment. In Juli's words "we come in a package". This doesn't mean that we're being polygamists or stealing each others men, but simply that we all have to approve of potential boyfriends. For example, here is an excerpt from a common conversation:

Girl 1: "Oh my gosh, you're finally home! So what happened? Did he hold your hand? Ask you on another date? Was there a DTR?"

Girl 2: "He is so sweet! He (insert sappy thing here)!"

Girl 1: "Oh my gosh you should date him!"

Girl 2: "Yeah... but he's an RM... and you know they only want one thing...and I'm just not ready for that...."

Usually girl 1 would sympathize with girl 2 and tell her whatever she thought girl 2 would want to hear, but a recent incident proved that if a roommate really wants you to do something, she'll let you know.

Madeline has recently falling in like with a charming, handsome young man. However, he is moving slower than a Friday night study session, and she isn't giving him any encouragement. Afraid of commitment and losing her independence, Madeline was indecisive. As you can see in the above picture, we let her know what our opinion is. I have blotted out the name to prevent any awkwardness, but the original picture will be posted as soon as they are officially dating. Because they will officially date... we hope :)

In the Beginning...

In the beginning, there were three girls who, by some Divine Intervention, ended up in the same apartment and became best friends. They soon adopted the girl in the apartment above them into their circle and she became just as much a part of their apartment as the rest of them. There was Juli, the artistic advertising major, Madeline, the free-spirited exercise and wellness major, Amanda, the caring pre-med major, and me. Hannah. (the frazzled, passionate elementary ed. major.) They were all completely different, but they all loved one another and had a quirky sense of humor. This is the story of their triumphs, let downs, relationships, thoughtless actions, and journey on the way to becoming independent adults.