Why are there Italian flags on our floor?

I love blogging. I have not been able to do it because I have been otherwise engaged aka Bollywood. Yes I like Bollywood but I not afraid to admit it. However, this blog is not to talk about Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, Jab We Met, Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna, Lamhe or Saathiya. This blog is not to talk about those Bollywood movies which you have no idea what they even mean because their titles are in Hindi. This blog is actually just to talk about myself. Myself: one of my favorite topic of conversations. Whether it is talking about my intelligence, my problems, my shenanigans or my moments I just love talking about myself. It might be very selfish but we are humans selfish is what we do best. Why would I actually write this blog again? I know you are very curious. I think it is not enough to talk about myself to just my roommate or my future housemates. However, I must credit my future roommate for inspiring me to write about my awesomeness again. All I can say it is an awesome feeling. I hope I make people laugh with this but I get satisfaction with making myself laugh. If my philosophy on life holds then what else matters than being happy myself. So I am writing this for my own selfish reasons and I do not care whether you guys get bored or laugh because I will not even know who is reading it.

Enough with chatting about my philosophy on life (I hate philosophy... I also loathe econ but that is another story) because I want to go to the practical aspect of life: living. So today I lived. I went to the diaper drive(we collect diapers and other baby supplies for mother in need... does it not make people feel better when you help others or should we remain heartless?). It just a bad day because it was pouring (I mean it has been pouring for three days before but I had the option of staying in bed in my comfy turquoise pajamas). Therefore, the getting out of bed part was bad enough. Then it turns out the van had been crashed so we were delayed (seriously I was angry because of the crash... I was ignoring my previous five incidents behind the wheel). So we finally got the van an hour late. Our "brilliant driver" got us to the first Safeway and we left a couple of people off there. Then the "brilliant driver" took the wrong turn and got us lost for thirty minutes. Then the "brilliant driver" almost makes us crash when he steals a red traffic light. So we stop promptly in front of the gate of an embassy in the middle of the intersection waiting for the traffic light to change again. All the while I was thinking to myself: "Oh my gosh, they are going to come out with their guns and arrest us." However, no one came out and we out of there as soon as possible(the light did turn green eventually despite the fact that I felt the world had momentarily stopped in our little moment of panic) because I really need to do something after college and really prefer not to even be involved in an incident where someone steals a red light (the job market is so bad that you need to be perfect to get a job that even gets you minimum wage. Otherwise, I will become like the other illegal Hispanic aliens who works for a meager salary picking up corn and if I am lucky, bananas). After we thought if could not get worse and our "tall navigator" states that fact as we were on our way to pick up a "stray knight" our "brilliant driver" gets into an accident where the passenger side mirror gets knocked off. After that we manage to get to the rest of the diaper drive but it was clearly anything but a smooth ride.

Finally I got back and changed into my turquoise pajamas and got into bed when "my roommate" told me I need to get up and get a dress for a ball for the center helping those pregnant mothers in need (double slam dunk on the magnanimous scale). I did not have a cocktail dress and finally after some hunting got it from the "hot mess." Now I was set for the ball. Well I only needed a date but circumstances brought me and the "brilliant driver" together for the ball (now the "brilliant driver" has a title change in my saga to become "my date" because we took a cab. Therefore, no driving was involved which is good because "my date" might have just destroyed the other mirror). The ball was nice but nothing that was just like I need to write about this now other than the fact that my "future roommate" actually complimented my blog so I was like I need to write again ( Bingo!).

Then we left but it was still raining and the cab took forever. We were standing out in the rain and "the newbie" had called the cab but said the wrong intersection so I ran like a crazy woman with my cute purple umbrella to take our cab before it was stolen by those ball people. So we first picked up "the newbie." Then drove the ten seconds and picked up "the prez" and "my future roommate." After that we turned a corner and picked up "my date" and "the sox guy." We were six to fit into one cab and if you wondered how many people it takes to figure out how to fit six people in a cab well the answer is that six people is not enough to answer that question. So we get into the cab with "my future roommate" sitting on the lap of "the sox guy." Then me being sandwiched in with "the prez," "the newbie," and "my date" in the back of the car. What transpired was many photo taking and remarks about the whole fitting into the cab (some remarks were extremely naughty because of the situation in the front seat!) .

I got back to my apartment to find "my posh housemate" drunk after the party she had hosted in my apartment and "my roommate" trying to get people out so the police would not bust us(then I was informed out how six policemen had come to break up the party because there had supposedly been a fight in my apartment... I thought my apartment was tame... clearly not!). The weirdest part of the night was all the rubbish on our floors. It felt like a complete war zone with all the drunk people on our couches (we put the Soccer War to shame!). The experience can simply be summarized when I asked "my roommate:" "Why are there Italian flags in our floor?"