ENFJ

So I've taken a couple personality tests recently and they tell me I am a good people person. I guess I should really be asking all of you, the people, if I'm a good people person rather then taking some test through my computer. . . We can discuss the results and their statistical predictability later. But if I am indeed a people person then I should be good at certain things after so many years of life. Like being able to say hi to someone who I pass who says hi to me rather than be surprised and only have enough time to warm up my vocal cords and choke out a grunt that says I am an idiot and never learned how to pronounce my words. Or I say some combination of hello and hi, like hei. Or hilo. So I'll work on that and get back to you.

Pie

So my dear mother has a pie blog. This means she makes a lot of pie. Is this the worst time to be living away from home? Yes. Do I wish she would come here and make me a pie? Yes. Did I have a dream the other night that she sent me a pie in the mail and it was the best day of my life? Yes. Did she let me post about my very own pie experience on her very own blog? YES! So honored. Soooooooo check it out: Jongewaard's Bake N Broil.

Appalling

I have a couple friends. I know some cool people. These people follow the normal curve of normalcy where 2 standard deviations away from the mean percent of the time they do the craziest things or say the weirdest things or are just so not normal that I find myself saying, "I can't even believe you are doing this right now." They often respond with, "Uhh, ya you can."And then I follow up with, "You're right. I can believe that YOU are doing this right now. I'm not even surprised. I'm just appalled. You would do this. And I can believe it. But you're crazy." That happened again tonight. Actually, I think it happened twice today. . . I will not reveal the names or specific circumstances to protect the names of the guilty.

Cheesesteak

It's 10:55 pm on Monday night and all I want is a Philly Cheesesteak from Pat's King of Steaks. I want one really bad. Too bad it's actually located in Philadelphia. It all started when I read the article about the new temple in Philly then I remembered when I went to Philly then I looked through my pictures then I saw me sitting on a stoop eating a cheesesteak then I remembered the faint grilled onion and cheese whiz aroma and then I just wanted to eat a cheesesteak because IT WAS SO GOOD. I still can't even believe how good it was. Possibly the most stress I've ever experienced while ordering food but it was worth it.

To get to this place we first walked to Edgar Allan Poe's house, which he actually only lived there for like a month. We got some vague directions from the museum lady and got on a bus hoping it would take us to the right place. We told the driver where we were going and he was like ya, I'll let you know when to get off. Bless. Then we got off in a sketchy part of innercity Philly and walked half a block staying really close together to avoid mugging, yes in the middle of the day have you ever even been to Philly, and then we turned the corner and beheld the great cultural, culinary, and family feud landmark. After we downed some delectable cheesesteaks we walked in a direction, still not sure which, and found a playground concert from a local band called the Bumblebees or something. Then we continued walking and found a cool outdoor market, feared for our lives again, never found the waterfront, but saw some cool art. 

This is Geno's. He is the other brother. They made a hotdog stand then expanded and split up on two opposing street corners. When you walk in between them you can feel the tension of lingering resentment and can feel the steak dilemma: chopped or sliced. 

Innercity park concert w/ the world renowned Bumblebees. Those pictured are not the Bumblebees but are locally renowned best D.C. friends and Philly adventure extraordinaires. 

Cheese up the wazoo.

Chocolate house? Yes, please. Like it's my hometown. 

Probably funded by some earmark on a defense bill or something. 

So this wall is just all glass and shells or beads and it's just in this random alleyway. I obviously had to take a picture and tilt my head. 

Cheesesteak #FTW

Quote Wall Origins

Roommate bonding. Are there two sweeter words in the english language? Probably. But, these two words burst dams of emotions that overflow our minds with vivid memories of late night ramblings and stressings and laughings and yellings and teasings. For those who have not yet had the joyous pleasure of roommate bonding, I implore you to bake a dozen cookies, put on your pajamas, and talk. Just talk. You could even do this in the middle of the day, it's fine, as long as there are one or more roommates present. I don't really know what boys do, probably not the cookies, probably like get out your dumbbell set and grunt then say something deep and nod approval. . . I can only assume it's just as effective and therapeutic, whatever you dodo. As for topics of discussion for my girls, it's probably boys. I fact, I would postulate that any roommate bonding has some kind of connection to a story about a boy. It is just so necessary, this roommate bonding. SO cathartic. The very definition of cathartic, in fact:

1. providing psychological relief through the open expression of strong emotions; causing catharsis : crying is a cathartic release.

New mattress. Whaaaaaaaaaaa??????????

Surreptitious

Noise canceling headphones, or any headphones for that matter, are awesome because you can listen to music and nobody can hear it. You can be having the hugest party in your head and NOBODY KNOWS. They don't even know that they should be super jealous of you and the the GREAT time you're having. In your head. #JustinBieber #JohnMayer #LOL