I came home (to Costa Mesa) to the smell of rancid food and garbage... that's walking through the front door and the kitchen. I also find my desk in disarray from Malcom (the cat) terrorizing it, and actually breaking my little balsa bridge I built in 8th grade. Not cool. I'm gone for three days and the kitchen goes to hell. Makes me wonder how my roommates' apartments/house will be like when they get their own places. It seems like they can't keep a kitchen clean if their lives depended on it. First thing I do after I unpack some groceries: the dishes. Then I took out the two full bags of trash (the large black yard bags) that were just sitting in the kitchen and dining room, even though trash was picked up that morning. I think out of the last 8 trash days, I've take out the trash maybe 4 times. The other roommates combined? Once, maybe twice. Not to say that all of them are that lazy, just two in particular... we agreed girls shouldn't take out the trash because the bags are huge. I woke up at 4:30 pm today to the sound of them trying to pack the freezer. I got out of bed to make sure they weren't throwing away my food, and they reminded me of the Three Stooges, just jamming stuff in random places until everything was in there. It really aggravated me, because I wanted to kick them all out of the kitchen and then do it myself, but I think I'll wait until later and then organize it. Imagine watching ten people trying to jam into the same car at the same time (sounds familiar)... you have to do it one at a time... clear out the old stuff... make sure everyone fits best. I'm waiting for someone to pull out a frozen pizza and a block of ground beef to fall... falling frozen food is a considerable hazard. I've had a roast come down on my foot and almost break my big toe. I think the heat is starting to get to me...

Last night Cris called me over to Fran's apartment to chill and play chess or something. I left at 2 am, enjoying the empty roads and appreciating the newish feel of my just tuned car. Fran, Cris, Nim, Chris, and Eileen were there, just chilling. I played chess with Chris and we all talked about random stuff, even UFOs. Cristina had a demonstration about stars and how they can seem to move if you stare at them too long. We used a flashlight covered with foil having a small hole poked through and four of us crammed into the hallway closet, all around 4 am. The sun came up, and I left at 6:30. Driving at dawn is actually pretty nice, as long is the sun is behind you and it's not hot. My roommates just walked in again, so I think I'll work out now.

Chess anyone?