Dear Roommates

Last night I had a dream that our landlady had a major meltdown in our apartment. Our apartment was much cooler, it had a waterslide (I wonder if that was symbolic) at the top. In the dream we had BOY attempting to move in to our apartment! . The boy was faceless but supposedly really awful and was moving in to MY room. I'm not sure where Jessie was, I guess in this dream we were all in our own rooms. Regardless of where she was, we had a boy in our apartment...and he was ruining my life. As much as we protested the move our dear sweet Rosemary was more concerned about the dumb holes in the wall. We were in the midst of redecorating our apartment when she barged in and began screaming. "MORE HOLES FOR YOU, MORE MONEY FOR ME! AH HA HA HA HA!" Needless to say, it was scary and even more so because she kind of had a Gollum/Izma voice. However, the rest of you giggled about it, eventually getting me to giggle about it, and together we made the land-nazi FURIOUS.

That being said, thank you Roommates for being you. Thank you for riding with me on my Roller Coaster of Emotions this week. I'm sure I was quite impossible to live with, but thank you for sticking it out. It means a lot that you are STILL (even after the millions of conversations) listening to my pathetic problems and trying hard to help me get through them. It makes a difference to have you close by. Also, I promise that this next week will go better. The initial first week of school craziness is over. Just stick with me, it'll be very important to have you around.

Can you hear that? You know, the faint buzzing sound? It starts out soft and gradually builds to an annoying high pitched screach. That is the sound of a million alarms going off at once.

Hear that? Do ya? It's like a pounding sound, a smacking sound, a breaking sound... It's the sound of a half a million procrastinators hitting the snooze button. It can't be time yet. It just can't.

Now listen to that, that nails-on-chalk-board sound. That's the sound of thousands of little kids being dragged off to start kindergarten (or for some junior high...;) , they are clinging to every headboard, car door and mother's hand..."Please don't make me go to school. I wanna stay here with you!"

Okay, how about that one? Did ya hear that one? A million teens and college students just groaned at the same time, cursing under their breath, and pulling their covers over their heads.

The cheering sound is a hallelujah chorus of parents around the world rejoicing to finally have their time to themselves. No more entertaining, feeding, arguing, problem solving, picking up after or pacifying.

Hear billions of pencil sharpeners whirring; the sound of running on the blacktop, from the parking lot or up old main. Hear the jump rope rhymes, the giggling girls, the high fives, the cell phone rings, the iPod background noise. Hear the repeating question of "hey, how was your summer?"

You hear that? That whooshing sound...sort of like an airplane or a really really really fast car, or the wind coming from Logan Canyon...That is the sound of summer flying by.

Class is in Session...