Things I want to remember...

...about this little corner of the world I have called home for the last couple of years. Not that I am planning on leaving any time soon (not until I finish my coursework, anyway), but all this talk by my roommates lately about graduating and moving on to bigger and better things and more, shall we say, luscious places, makes me realize that pretty soon this little world of mine is going to change a lot. When that happens, I can replay the following scenes in my head, a sort of vignette recalling this will-be-by-gone epoch. In no particular order (I tend to prefer chaotic aesthetics in the visual arts), and with no pretensions of being an all-inclusive list:

- eating Costa salads and perusing bridal magazines with Naiad and PRincess.

- relief society in the singles' ward: sitting in the back corner of the room, singing the men's parts to the hymns, and finding something to color.

- afternoon naps (and the occasional overnight slumber) on the windowseat.

- inordinate amounts of caffeine and chocolate (often in brownie form) in the middle of the night while Naiad and/or I try to write a term paper in one night (this happens several times a semester).

- making a ridiculous amount of cinnamon rolls with Naiad and Saule. consuming the leftovers (there was still a ton even after half the ward showed up) with Naiad at four in the morning, laughing hysterically about cuckoo birds and buttons and omelettes. don't ask.

- OC marathons with Naiad and Banana.

- evening crossword puzzling with Naiad and PRincess and PRince.

- gchatting with Naiad and PRincess... while we were all in the same room.

- grocery shopping with Naiad. waiting in the checkout line while she wanders off to look at something shiny.

- the time that Naiad and yarjka and Cupido and I went to dinner together and acted like we were about 13.

- that time PRincess vacuumed the floor at 2:30 in the morning just to piss off the neighbors, who had already named their wireless network in honor of their less-than-savory sentiments toward us.

- last Valentine's day, when Naiad and I went to dinner at Sam Hawk's and read poetry aloud while we waited for our food, taking note of all the weird looks we got from the couples at the other tables.

- crepe party (aka creep party) for the cast of the Spanish play. that story about Pollock in earth tones.

- the joys of living with Coconut Creme: idiolectical curiosities, coconut sticky rice with mango, feeling conspicuously white, and never a dull moment.

- the heteroglossia in which I have basqued: ancient Greek, Latin, Spanish, German, Arabic, Thai, Maya K'iche', and sometimes English. if we count the music we listen to and the movies we watch, add French, Portuguese, modern Greek, Gaelic, Gallego, Yukatek Maya, Italian, Icelandic, Chinese, Japanese, Turkish, and who knows what else to the list.