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You Get Me, You Kill Me

This morning, I woke up at around 6:00 AM.

I didn’t do it for any specific reason, although with the amount of work I have to do I probably should have.

And it wasn’t a lovely, natural wake-up.

So, last semester, I had these neighbors who I referred to as the Muslim Sisters. For a while, I actually thought that they were the same person, since they were around the same height and weight and wore full-body burqas all the time. I began to get suspicious when I saw one out back in a pink floral burqa taking pictures of some birds on the lake and then walked upstairs to see who I thought was the same girl, in an all-black burqa. I deduced that my neighbor was either an incredibly talented quick-change artist, or more than one person. I was actually kind of hoping it would be the former. That would be a fun story. Anyway, apropos, I found out that actually three people lived in that apartment: the two girls were actually sisters-in-law, and they lived there with a guy who was married to one and the brother of the other, who I saw exactly once, in the elevator.

When I came back from winter break, I noticed that their names were whited out on their mailbox, so I asked what was up, and apparently they decided to go back to Saudi Arabia, where they were from. I guess the winter really did a number on them, although it was probably for a different reason entirely. I asked if I would expect any new neighbors, and they said no, they were going to redo the apartment. Completely.

I had no idea what that was going to mean.

So basically, for the past few months, six days a week, there are a few hours of banging, hammering, drilling, sonic booms, music, and chatter from the apartment next door. I just thought it was a little redecorating or something, but I looked in one day and the entire thing was gutted. Apparently the fixtures were really, really old and in need of repair. Much like my oven, which doesn’t get that hot, and my burners, which sometimes have a burning smell and sometimes don’t work at all.

The worst part? It all happens opposite the wall where I sleep. So when I wake up to drilling sounds, I always have this image in my head from Friends.

I can just imagine Matt (the guy who’s doing most of the drilling, not LeBlanc) coming over and being like, “did I get ya man?” But he won’t hear a response, because I’ll be impaled.

And if not, I’ll get to practice my Matthew Perry impression.

I better get on that.

In other news, thank you to Don Charisma for re-blogging me and introducing me to a whole lot of new blog friends, because watching my views go down from averaging 200 a day to averaging 20 a day was kind of depressing. Oh, and greetings to Bangladesh and Brunei, who showed up between last night and this morning.

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Six More Things I Learned from Friends

So – total irony – I spent last night actually doing work instead of fretting over a post, and I actually had some good ideas for things to post, but I told myself I was going to focus on my work and I did. WILLPOWER.

However, after six pretty solid hours of class, I am ready to write something that isn’t school-related. That, and ready to stare at YouTube/TV/the wall for awhile.

Behold…

Six More Things I Learned from Friends

6. Fire safety.

Candlelight dinner in the park = starting an open fire in a wooded area, PHOEBE.

5. Martial arts.

…or, freshwater eel. And on that note…

4. Japanese cuisine

I know what you mean, Rachel Green.

3. Team sports.

Specifically, how to pick teams; just bunny up. (What’s bunny u-) “BUNNY!”

2. Holidays.

The only thing that’s wrong here is that it was Passover, not Chanukah…but yes, there were superheroes and flying involved. Smile on, Joey.

1. Military time.

Just subtract twelve. Thank you, Monica.

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Six Things I Learned About History From Friends

As I was sitting in my Irish drama class, something happened that made me think about Friends. It was something about something from history that I learned from Friends that I’ll never forget. And of course, I forgot it. So, I spent an inordinate amount of time looking for quotes from the show to trigger my memory. But I did realize that Friends taught me a lot of things that if I hadn’t watched it, I wouldn’t know. It sounded like a good blog post, but then I went on the Internets and found a bunch of other people beat me to that idea.

One of the topics we discussed today was historiography, and the interstices/lacunae between previous scholars’ work, so to that effect, here are the top six things that I learned about history from Friends.

(oh, and bem-vindo to my first guests from Brazil, and tere tulemast to my first guests from ESTONIA!!! 🙂 happy dance)

6. World War I was also known as The Great War.

And we fought against Mexico…wait…that can’t be right.

5. Where Dutch people come from.

Well, the Pennsylvania Dutch come from Pennsylvania, and on that note…

4. The Netherlands? Real country.

Not to be confused with Never-Never Land. Thank you Amsterdam, good night.

3. When the dinosaurs died.

2. Joseph Stalin is not a good stage name.

Turns out he’s a real person.

1. This.

The more you know!