Tut, tut! It looks like rain!

It's pouring outside and I'm bored out of my tree. I watched the entire second season of Grey's Anatomy over the last three days but I finished it and I'm going into withdrawal. I should be doing a bunch of chores, such as:

1. vacuum
2. shower
3. do a load of laundry
4. go grocery shopping
5. clean my room

All boring chores, right? Exactly why I'm not doing them. Instead I'm looking up music I like from Grey's and downloading it. Right now this is what I'm listening to:

1. "Miss Halfway" by Anya Marina
2. "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol
3. "No Sleep Tonight" by the Faders
4. "I Love the Rain the Most" by Joe Purdy (I like the song, but I disagree on the rain thing).
5. "I Me You I'm Yours" by Jim Noir

I like making lists. It feels productive even if it isn't.

Boys can be useful for some things

Well I'm getting all settled into my new place downtown with the girls. There are 4 of us and I'm really enjoying living with people who don't smell funny, or play video games all day. However I have run into a few situations where I miss having a guy around the house. Here are some examples of those situations:

1. To figure out our dishwasher. A few weeks ago my roommate Ella and I tried to do our first load of dishes in the fancy new dishwasher. However under close inspection we realized it was one where you actually have to connect it to the faucet in the kitchen sink. Our friend Jeff came to our rescue and helped us get it working. Though to be fair, Ella did most of the work from looking at the pictures I took.

2. When I can't open a jar. This weekend I was trying to make spaghetti and I couldn't for the life of me get the can of spaghetti sauce open. I tried banging the bottom, running it under hot and cold water, everything! In a moment of desperation I went outside to track down a guy (to be fair I would have asked the first girl I came across too, I'm all for gender equality). I wound up at my neighbour's house, who I do luckily know, and success! Mike got my can of spaghetti sauce open.

3. To dispose of the mouse traps. Yes, we have mice. Every apartment I have ever lived in has had mice. And I'm ok with dealing with them for the most part. I can plug holes up with steel wool and set traps and what not but I draw the line at actually touching the trap with the dead mouse in it. That's where my roommate's boyfriend comes in handy. Dave, you rock.

So I guess that boys can be useful for some things. But I think I'm managing fine on my own for now.

"I like it better pink"

Remember that episode of "Friends" during the first season where Ross takes Rachel to do her laundry for the first time and she turns everything pink? Well in her defense, I say that maybe her clothes looked better that way. Maybe she preferred them pink. Maybe white was too boring, too cold, too "waspish".

In other words, I did the exact same thing this afternoon. The culprit was a beach towel that I thought I could fit in so that I didn't have to do two loads and waste the water. Most of the shirts are ok, but a few are now a peachy colour.

I think my first week back out on my own is going quite well, don't you?