it's about time

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okay, so maybe i'm running a little behind on the blog wagon here. it's like in movies, when one dude is running after the train and successfully jumps into the moving car, and his buddy is just a liiiittle slower than him, and doesn't make it for awhile. it's painful to watch him, but you feel a sense of relief inside when he finally gets in. now the journey can begin! kinda like me. i've got lots to say, most of the time. so, i decided i'd give this whole "share your thoughts with the world" thing a try. and unlike facebook, NOT the entire world will be reading this. it's a bit scary to be opinionated, because someone will always disagree. but that's okay. there are lots of people who will laugh along with or at me, ha ha.

first things first. tonight, whilst sitting contentedly in my living room, signing cards for friends who are graduating, the idea came up to live in a 'cross-gender' house next year. this clearly will not be happening, as randell and joyce and myself JUST got confirmation today that we get to rent a gorgeous house in uptown waterloo together!! however, kevin seems to think he could persuade one of us to live with some of the guys, and HE could take that person's spot. after shooting him a glance that indicated my less-than-thrilled opinion of his idea, i thought i should point out why that would not be a grand idea. joyce was terrified, because of our uncensored approach to conversation between us girls. "Great! I'll finally learn the secrets of life!" he said. okay, fine, not convincing enough. "You'd kill me, Kevin," I said... he looked surprised... "No, wait, you're right, " I ammended, "I'd kill you first." and then we continued throwing chocolate chips at each other, aiming for the mouth, but more often hitting teeth, eyes, or (in my case) the wall behind joyce's head.

i love my house. as excited as i am for my new place, i'm going to miss the ol' FoxBox. in case you haven't realized yet, this is *kind of* an homage to 176-A Clayfield Avenue. my home will change, but there are too many hilarious memories of the last 2 years living here, that i just simply cannot forget. "Why is your place called the FoxBox?" you might be asking. (actually, i totally heard you ask it out loud, cause i'm creeping in the hallway...hi.) let me give you a quick rundown of the evolution of our house name:

Clayfield Women (given by friends)
Clayfield Boxes (changed by us, after we contemplated dressing up as boxes for hallowe'en)
Clayfield Foxes (the less-embarrassing/ awkward name that was written on the Manor's phone list, not including a reference to our girly parts)
FoxBox (written on our fridge, welcoming friends to our place for a party this year. it became a favorite for us.)

aaaaand there you have it, folks. please, hold your cheering and cat-calls until the end.

okay, i'm done :)

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