Brenton Sighted!

Well, I was thinking the other day about how I haven't written in my blog for a while (about a month, apparently), so I decided to give a little update on how things have been going here: I decided to go to school for the spring term and probably the summer one, too, but that's not 100% sure yet. I'm still looking for a job at the moment, and also some roommates, apparently, because my apartment seems strangely empty no matter what time of day I'm here.



Speaking of roommates, I had a couple of funny experiences with one. Last Monday, Jeff, my roommate, and I were going to FHE in his little Tracker (which reminds me of another funny story). We were driving along, enjoying the beautiful weather, joking around, and having a good time. A stoplight in front of us turned red, so we slowed down to stop. As we did so, I hear this Celine Dion-esq music blaring from a car behind us. Curious, I look out to see who is doing such a strange thing at 6:30pm and I see this little white Honda pass us. The driver was a pocked-faced Latino man who had a huge tattoo on his neck and looked like he was a thug in some sort of inner-city gang. That was not the funny part. The funny part was that he was the one blasting Celine Dion on his radio, singing along really loudly and slightly off-key in a high falsetto voice. (I could hear him over his radio, which was a feat, believe me) The sight was so bazaar that it took me a minute to realize what I had just seen. I mean, in my mind it's usually something like: Latino gang member + hip-hop, rap, guns, knives, etc. NOT Latino gang member + Celine Dion and really bad singing. Needless to say, I found this highly entertaining and Jeff and I had a real good laugh over it.

The other funny story that I was reminded of has to do with Jeff's tracker. I was walking home from class one day when I saw it in the parking lot with the top open... and completely full of clothing. I might be inclined to think that the clothing was his, and he was just taking it home to wash it, but the girl's pajamas and the lion slippers in the windsheild. Plus, it was ridiculously full of clothing. I'm not talking about just a little bit of clothing, but a lot. I don't think a person could have fit in there if they wanted to. As it turns out, a couple of friends decided to fill Jeff's car with clothing from the local DI bin and he was unable to use it for days. It was great.

Another random thought: Jeff and I the other night were talking in his room when I turned and spotted a megaphone that belonged to another roommate lying nearby. I looked at Jeff and dared him to sneak into the other room where another roommate and his girlfriend were sitting on the couch and start singing 'Kiss the Girl' with the megaphone. We stared at each other for a minute and then he grabbed it and started to sneak down the hall. I stood behind him and we sat there for probably another minute before he pressed the button, paused, and then started to sing, "...you know you wanna, kiss the girl! Shalalalalalala..." He then stopped and looked back at me and said, "Hey man, you're my backup vocals! Where are you?!" But the look on his face and on my other roommate's was so great - I was laughing too hard to sing.

So things have been rather exciting these past few days. They usually are when there are people around. In other news, I found a girl's driver's license on my windshield. I'm wondering if this is a new way to get people to ask you out. I say this because her address is in my apartment complex, so I don't know if she wants me to return it to her personally because she "lost" it. The awkward thing is that if this is a new way to trick people into visiting your apartment, I already know more about her than she probably wants me to know (i.e. weight... etc.) so that could be potentally awkward...