She Makes me a Happy Ant! (Is that...kosher?)

Solomon did it in the Bible, Shakespeare sort of made a career doing it. The ancient Greeks practically invented it. Keats and Auden wrote their greatest pieces in this style. Hell, my roommate did it. So what makes me any different? And what made me place a great and wise king, an entire race, some of the greatest writers (as far as we know), and a mash of Asian, in the same category? Despite all the insults, put-downs, physical abuse, lactose intolerance, and her horrible habit of pOUnding through the halls, she is still my roommate and I love her. She is indeed, awesome. -->

Why? who knows. I do!

Despite what you may think of her, she is quite accepting and tolerant. When my first roommate turned out to be a huge bitch who only wanted to shop at bebe, she took my toothbrush in, then my pillow, then the sheets. Three days later I joined in. She accepted me as the roommate. Then a momentus occasion occurred just aout a month ago. I revealed my sexuality or...bi-sexuality to be specific. Needless to say she was shocked. She was shocked and accepting. She still accepted me as her roommate and occasional lover. (just kidding on the latter.) She also tolerates many bad habits I may have picked up. Of course I was tolerant of her managing to gussy up a futon with crumbs and many such legumes and grains that we could start a farm on the damned couch. Yet she accepted and tolerated me so that we continue to take pictures of ourselves and publicize it in volumes as us having no lives.

I also learned a lot of things from her. Part of relationships include learning from each other and growing as a person; not just any person but a Mega-Asian. She learned the proper pronounciations of a f ew words, and I learned a few things from her too. I learned that I am a bisexual homewrecker who has fidelity problems, amongst other things of which I cannot recall...probably because I never listen. Huh? I bet she had a nice excursion around Chicago.

She also mentioned something about our limited vocabulary. I don't know if animial noises even count as vocabulary words, but what does count are the words "rock," "certainly, excellent!" "cheese!! or schalscha?" and then there are the animal noises and nonexistent words such as the much-loved "eshaw." Oddly enough, making animal noises bring so much joy to my life. I realized this when I called her Friday night. I managed to get away from other people when I said, "Okay, I need to get this out of my system. Eshaw eshaw eshaw!" She, distraught on the other hand, laughed in shock. The sincerity of her laughter is still a question today. Her laughter! Oh man...she can pull insincere laughs of the CENTURY! That, my friend, requires talent.

Through boyfriends, thoughts of transferring, winter and summer breaks, and even trips to the STICKS, we haves still remained friends (possibly sisters-in-law if you really think about it.) We have gone from calling each other constantly to complain about how much we miss DePaul to griping about coming back to the blasted school but we'd still want to see each other. There are many other things I can say about her and while my attempt at an ode was not as credible or poetic as Keats's and Shelley's, I still managed to put my heart into this ode. All in all, I miss her, I lurve her, and I can't wait to eshaw with her tomorrow and watch "Desperate Eshaws." Eshaw, indeed. Thank you, roommate, for making me a better person. Oh You.

(Her name is Emily by the way.)