Wednesday, December 14, 2005

And speaking of Crazy...

I am chomping on Saltines right now like it's my job. They're leftover from my hangover last week and today they are serving as "breakfast".

Last night, MuppetLover invited me to hang out at her place to chat and knit and just not be so goddamned stressed about work. I brought the mocha cupcakes which I thoughtlessly packed in tupperware then slid sideways into my shoulder bag. When I pulled them out chez MuppetLover, they looked like I had backed over them with a truck. Mercifully, MuppetLover is the kind of friend who doesn't care and will actively seek out the most smooshed ones to eat. SmartyPants is like this too: if you put a perfect lovely little cupcake in front of her and a nasty looking one, she will always choose the nasty one.

Anyway, MuppetLover and I were reminiscing about our days at Smith and all the crazy people we knew there. I told her this story about a girl who lived in our house, and I thought I would share it with all of you now.

When I was a freshman or sophomore, I don't remember, there was an upperclasswoman who lived across the hall from my roommate and me. We liked her a whole lot. It was generally known that this woman did not wear underwear. One day, we were hanging out in my room when this person walked in and asked to borrow my hair dryer. I kept my hair dryer plugged in and on top of my dresser for anyone to use.. "Sure, " I said.

"No! " yelled my roommate. "Don't let her borrow it."

I was really surprised my roommate was reacting like this. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Of course she can borrow it!"

"No! You don't know what she does with it!" At that moment, I heard the hair dryer start up, and I turned around to see our neighbor with my hair dryer in her pants. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled. "What are you doing?"

"What?" she asked innocently. "I'm just warming myself up! What's your problem?"

Smith College. There's one example of crazy. I can give you about 2,700 more.


A said...

ya, i've been sitting tight on a few doozies myself. stay tuned for a few tales o' the crazies from my end.

Candicissima said...

Er, what?

I don't there are words for how distressed I am at that story.