to my avery child.

i’m sitting on the bed of our dorm right now gazing longingly (oh hey, hey!) at your empty side of the room. all of your decorations are down, your bed is folded up, and your clothes are packed away. tomorrow you are moving out to go back to sunny california and then to backpack your spring away in europe, you crazy monkey!

you have seriously been the best roommate in the whole wide world. like, too good. like, we-had-no-social-life-for-the-first-few-months-because-we-only-spent-time-together type of good.

thank you for putting up with my large messesĀ  and odd sleeping habits and for always being there to give me a supportive ‘YOLO!’ when i confess that i got a 14% on my test or that i consumed 4,653 calories of soft serve in one sitting.

thank you for letting me borrow your rain boots and sweatshirts day-in and day-out and for throwing me the raddest surprise birthday party in all of the land.

thank you for introducing me to jeff and for helping him pick out my ring and for always being a breath of fresh air (well, not always; T.M.I: 1121 has a serious gas problem…) with your enthusiasm.

thank you for hosting me at your house (HI MIYAHARA FAMILY!) this summer and for sharing your hometown with me and for balancing out my idaho-ness with your california swagger. ha.

thank you for never saying the term ‘california swagger,’ too.

in summation: thank you for being my confidant, my self-esteem booster, my closet-sharer, my cleaning-check-doer, my california sunshine (borderline creepy…), my token (half!) asian friend, my partner-in-crime, my matchmaker, my roommate, and most of all my best friend.

baby girl, you the bestest. (lezzzz be friends?)

p.s. i don’t think this creepy and public ‘thank you’ note will help us to dispel the rumors of our true but often-overbearing love for each other…but, you know…thanks for understanding.

p.p.s. donkey kick, fumey numey, and all the rest of the inside jokes we shared (…i love inside jokes almost as much as i love nicknames and i will use any opportunity to prove that i actually have them with people…)

fridate (or where i get de-feminized).

today when jeff picked me up for our little fridate and told me that we’d be cooking, my heart stopped. “crap! my lack of domestic goodness will be exploited!” …i said out loud. or rather in my head. quietly. but seriously. i am kind of a domestic flop. ask me about the time i microwaved toaster strudel? or mixed up salt for sugar? or burnt an entire batch of brownies? ugh.

when we got back to his place and started in the kitchen, it was quite apparent that i was useless. i didn’t know canola oil from vegetable oil, initially used the wrong end of the knife to cut carrots (ow! my palm!), and couldn’t decide what temperature to put the water at to bring it to a boil.

also my hips must have grown 4,563 inches over night? i kept bumping into everything and everyone? birthing hips, ready for action?

eventually jeff caught on and kicked me out of the kitchen entirely. it was sort of, really de-femininzing…but i have huge hips so it basically equals out, essentially?

he ended up whipping up some delicious japanese (yes, japanese; he likes to use any opportunity to showcase his knowledge of the japanese culture…even if it risks sounding pretentious: it’s pronounced kar-e-o-KAY, not karao-key…) chicken curry and rice and started talking about how he has a new sparked interest in sewing? …i think his hips have grown, too.

we ended the night at the dollar theater ($2 for tickets and $10.50 for treats?!) watching ‘chronicle’ where i kept gasping and ‘OH MY GOSH!’-ing because it was so thrilling…and also because i kept rubbing arms and side-glancingĀ  the guy sitting right next to me…i just felt like he needed it, or something.

p.s. am i the only one getting all crazy-fan over the prospect of taylor swift and zac efron together? did you see their interview on ellen together? i mean, come on! america’s favorite couple. right? also when did he get attractive? also who is buying their tickets 345 days early for the lucky one? …with jeff’s recent hip-growth i don’t think i’ll have to put up much of a fight to convince him to go…