During exams Roommate and I pick a couch from the myriad of choices (2) in our living room, and remain vested for 3 hours at a time talking to each other about what we do or do not know. We’re generally ensconced with a blanket and pillow, our trusty brain food (quality stuff like Nibs, Sour Patch Kids, Sour Gummies, and of course, chips, popcorn, and other necessities). It’s only been a weekend of “hard-core” studying, and already we’re getting loopy.
Over the past 4 days, I have tried to read lecture notes in numerous accents to “spice it up.” So far, I have been quite successful with the Swedish accent, Southern Texan accent and the upper-crust British one (I’d like to think it’s upper crust, but it’s more likely some kind of Cockney accent…), and failed rather abominably at (irony of ironies) the Chinese accent. All I’ve got is “so sollie” (aka “so sorry”) “for-ten coo-ky,” (fortune cookie) which I do an exemplary job on.
Yesterday, I offered to pay Roommate $10 if she would act like a princess for the remainder of the night. She was quite good at breaking into random song and speaking in a melodic voice not unlike that of Amy Adams (oh silly me, Princess Giselle). She even tried to teach me, a Princess-in-Waiting, the secrets of the trade. As you can imagine, this became something of a difficulty because we were studying anatomy, and the subject of genitals came up. Since princesses do not nor should they ever know about genitals, this became quite the touchy subject. The logistics of talking about things like bladder or penis without using the words or even describing them in detail simply became overwhelming, and we had to stop and be normal. Needless to say, study productivity rose dramatically at this point.
The following is a conversation between Roommate and me during our exam-studying period.
Roommate: OMG.
Me: What?
Roommate: That thing looks just like a sperm.
Me: Huh? Sperm? (We had been studying things that cause diarrhea. Not sperm-related).
Roommate: yeah! C’mon, look!
I get up and look down at what she was pointing at behind the coffee table. There, on the ground, was our large tabby cat, sleeping. Wow, Roommate really has been studying WAY too much. I guess he does have a tail, though…If I squint I might be able to see it.
Me: Uh, yeah, right. Sperm.
As it turns out, roommate had actually been pointing at a piece of thread on the floor next to the cat. It resembled sperm far more than the cat. I was very relieved.