Could I BE More Random?!

In the spirit of Chandler Bing from Friends, ladies and gentlemen! I told you I'm obsessed! Okay, well, I've figured out (speaking of that outstanding show) that I can find a Friends quote to suit any situation. Honestly, I don't even try: it's like a sick compulsion that I have absolutely no control over. And usually, it's when I'm talking to my roommate, Leah. She understands. She gets it every time. I've tried to drop a Friends line to other people, and they just stare at me like, "what the poo are you talking about?" So I've just stopped trying. I don't want to be that person. You know who I'm talking about: you know that guy who runs around and randomly quotes stuff from like Star Trek because in thier head it's funny, but in reality NO ONE ELSE GETS IT. Yeah. I don't ever want to be that guy...or...girl, I mean.

But since we're on the subject: I've also concured that I think like a guy when it comes to stuff like that. Ladies, you know that guys love quoting movie lines. It's like they're born with the gene and there's absolutely no getting around it. Yeah, well somehow I got that gene too. It's really terrifying: nine times out of ten - I know exactly what they're talking about. Unless it's from The Godfather or any war movies: can't help you there. Don't enjoy war movies whatsoever. And it's not that I don't like The Godfather... I just haven't seen it yet. So guys: if you want, feel free to bring over all of the Godfather movies, and we'll have a marathon... but then I will have to force you to watch Sweet Home Alabama to even things out a bit. I hope you're okay with that.

Speaking of guys: I'm officially terrified. "Strange", you say. I agree. But I just discovered this a few days ago... I'm completely and totally socially deficient around the opposite sex all of a sudden. One bad experience, and look what happens. I mean, the guy friends that I had before this epiphany, they're in the safe zone: for the most part. Well, actually, as long as I could never see myself dating them (ie: they're like a brother to me, they're married), then they're in the safe zone. And so now, any guy who crosses my path, I'm suddenly speechless and nervous and - totally not myself. How bizarre is that? My married friend J. told me last night that "this is just a season, and this too shall pass", and that I shouldn't get too spooked because that's just as bad as giving too much of my heart. Well what the crap am I supposed to do then? I know! I'll move to a cabin deep in the mountains of North Carolina: no boys will ever find me there!

But so I do have this great brother-type friend C. who cracks me up. This kind of ties in with the quoting movies thing... well, kind of but not really. Okay, because last night I'm on the phone with the guy and I could. not. stop. laughing. THIS guy has an affinity for sitcom theme-songs. I met him at the karaoke lady's Tuesday night show awhlie back, and that very night, he busted out with the theme song to All in the Family. I just. about. died. I mean, he actually sings the high squeaky annoying part and everything. The guy is a riot. So now, he's taken to calling me, yelling at me if I answer, calling back again, and leaving a myriad of sitcom songs on my voicemail. The other night I got The Facts of Life, Different Strokes, and Silver Spoons. Then, last night while I was at school, he sang The Golden Girls to me. I about fell out of my moving car I was laughing so hard. So I'm talking to him when I get home last night and my psychotic roommate was still up. She was on some manic frenzy of some sort or another, and once she finds out who I'm talking to, she bounds onto the futon, demands that he go on speaker phone, and begins barking orders at him to sing to her every sitcom theme song from the eighties. Suddenly, he's crooning to my roommate with Who's the Boss, Family Ties... it's terrifying people: he knows every last word. And it's hilarious.

So then at one point, Leah gets really close to the phone and says in her most serious, deep, quizzical voice... "Do you know.... Rainbow Brite?"

C: *silence* "...yes..."

Leah launches, nay, HURLS her little body backwards on the couch, legs and arms flailing about in a fit of uncontrolable squeals and laughter as C. proceeds to sing to her every 80's cartoon theme song including... you guessed it... The Smurfs. This went on for way too long, and we were up way too late, traumatizing my poor friend C.

This is where I tell you about how awesome my little psycho roommie is. Because she kept me up so late with her antics, and because we have a ministry gig with our band tonight that I had to get up and get all polished for this morning (ie: not just wiping the sleep out of my eyes, taking a five second shower and going to work), I asked her to wake me up after she got out of the shower. She walked in my room this morning with a big smile and a cup of the pumpkin spice coffee that she bought me yesterday (because she knows of my obsession with all things pumpkin in the fall) with cinnamon creamer in it and put in on my night stand. HOW GREAT IS SHE?!

...And here's where it all ties in: since I'm scared of boys who endlessly quote movies and make me nervous, I'm just going to live with my super nice coffee-making roommate Leah and her three cats for the rest of my life, all while my friend C. entertains us with his unique talents - from afar. Sounds like a good plan to me: what do you think?


***P.S. For those of you who look forward to Theology Recap Tuesday, I'm sorry I let you down this week. But fear not faithful followers! You will get a double-dose next week!***