quirky: something that is strange/not normal but cool (urbandictionary.com)
As you may or may not have noticed, we're a rather quirky bunch here (some more than others). Fortunately for us, the house is also fairly quirky, so we get along fine.
Today we thought we'd portray some of this quirkiness for you. So, here's the thing about...
Kat: she doesn't technically live here, but all that means is that her name is missing from the lease and she doesn't contribute to our rent payment (unfortunate). However, she pretty much lives here, even though she has a room with a bed and a couch, so that's her first quirk (one we really like). She also has strangely curvy fingers...it's odd. Also, her name is Kat, therefore, when I yell at the cat with the word "cat," sometimes Kat responds - it gets confusing. Kat also has a fish, but she doesn't eat it, which I thought cats did, but apparently not this one.
Sardine tablecloth: this is potentially the quirkiest thing in the house. Well, maybe not, but in my opinion, it's pretty high up there. On our dining room table, all semester we have had this rather colorful plastic tablecloth with various pictures on it, including some of dead fish. Or maybe they're supposed to be alive. I don't actually know - there are French words underneath them, but since my French studying has been on hold since February, I don't know what they mean. However, this interesting thing has protected the table from our daily feasts, water spills, bread crumbs, random art projects, etc. Why sardines? No one has had an answer yet.
Sarah: she may be the least quirky of us all. Well, I suppose that depends on what you consider quirky. Let me rephrase: if we were all Santa Barbarans who love to (pretend) to love the earth (some actually do) and nature and hiking and eating naturally grown foods and recycling, etc., then we would think Sarah was the least quirky. Sarah is our token hippie - she's only kind of a real hippie. She makes her own bread and yogurt (had never seen that done before...never even thought about homemade yogurt, actually), tries to eat only locally grown vegetables/fruits, and works at a honey stand at our local farmer's market.
Trashcan: more accurately, this should be called "the most frustrating trashcan ever." In theory, this kind of trashcan is super helpful - you push the little pedal at the bottom with your foot, the lid pops up, you throw the trash away, and walk away, never having to actually touch the germ-infested lid. In theory. However, when the hinge breaks, life gets harder. Rach tried to fix it with rubber bands. That worked. For about a day. Sarah used to fix it every time it broke, but that got to be nearly an hourly process, so she gave up. Now we just lift the lid, germs and all.
Rachel: she would like to think she's the least quirky person in the house. However, I would beg to differ. Her quirks are funny, but unlike Kat's, which could get her in some record book for strange extremities, or Sarah's, which could help her save the world some day by being environmentally conscious, they may not be super helpful. First, she would prefer to live as Eve, the pre-Fall version. However, and perhaps even stranger, her pajamas must always match. Or she won't sleep. Good thing plaid pajama pants with multiple colors are acceptable sleepwear - they make matching much easier.
Oven: our oven is a rather special thing. However, after apartment-hunting and seeing the kinds of oven we could be living with (hello, toaster oven masquerading as a real oven), I must say this one is lightyears ahead. Still, it is rather quirky. See, the handle falls off. Sometimes you get some warning, like it might have been slightly loose when you put that bread inside, but it can come off at any moment. It's especially fun when you're actually using the oven and the handle comes off (hope you like burnt casserole). It used to take two of us to hold it and get it back on, but we've become expert enough now to fix it solo.
Charlotte: she may actually be the least quirky person in the house. She graduated in December with a B.A. in liberal studies and now works as a teacher at the local elementary school (way to actually use that specific degree). She doesn't feel any obsessive need to recycle or match clothing no one sees. She likes to eat normal American food - casserole, pizza, hot dogs, apple turnovers. However, she does have one strange obsession: "Friends." Not her actual friends, but six characters she's never met and who will, in all likelihood, never be her real friends. But she does enjoy the show.
Floor: you may not be able to see it in this picture, but our hallway/bathroom floor is rather...interesting. It's blue linoleum covered with pictures of smiling cartoon animals. Now, this may make sense in a house with little children, which this one used to have. However, as the abode of college students, it does seem rather out of place. To aid things and/or because no one wanted it in their room, we put this brightly colored rug in the middle of the floor. It may not make sense, but we do enjoy seeing people's faces the first time they visit our house.
Michelle: I'm not even sure where to begin with the quirkiness of this one. She will tell you she's the most normal/boring person ever, and if you read the page about her in the yearbook, you may start to agree. But don't let her fool you! My roommate is full of lovable quirks. First, as demonstrated in this picture, she LOVES heels. Now, my sister loves her shoes, especially her heels, but let me tell you, I have never met a woman who loved heels this much. This crazy woman wore stilettos, yes stilettos often 3-4 inches with a metal spike, walking around Westmont for nearly three years. When I said I was friends with Michelle, people would ask who she was and all I had to say was "um, she's the girl who wears heels," "oh, I know exactly who that is!" Every time. Shin splints have now taught her better. Michelle also loves words. Large words, to be exact. And she loves using them, over and over and over again. She also hates pants, which is just weird. Even in forty-degree weather, she would rather wear a knee-length dress. I could write a whole post on her quirks alone, but seeing as there are six of us, I'll be moving along.
Pictures: ok, only Michelle actually thinks these are quirky. I think they're artistic. However, their crookedness bothers Michelle. I've just decided she's not artsy.
Danielle: I'm sure I have some quirks. Everyone must, right? However, the one my house thinks is quirkiest I would like to say is not quirky. Everyone talks to their dog, right? I'm just trying to make our dog more cultured, so I talk to her in Italian (I tried French thinking she might actually know what I was saying, but it failed). After four months, Zaz understands "sedate" (as long as you say it standing directly over her in a firm voice), "voule andare a fuori?" (as long as you say it holding the leash pointing to the sliding glass door), "voule mangiare?" (as long as you say it next to her food dish), and "voule passegiare?" (as long as you say it with the leash in your hand snapping toward the front door). It's not quirky to talk to a dog in a language no one else understands (minus the entire Italian world), especially since I can't talk to anyone else in it.
Curtain: this is my favorite quirk in the house. This house is full of fabric - it's everywhere, on couches, the floor, over doors, on walls, and in windows. And most of it doesn't match. But for whatever reason, I like them. This one is my favorite. However, it is rather unique. It doesn't actually fit the window it hangs in. This doesn't bother me - nor does it bother Zazie who sleeps in it and may be the only one who likes it more than me.
Kat: she doesn't technically live here, but all that means is that her name is missing from the lease and she doesn't contribute to our rent payment (unfortunate). However, she pretty much lives here, even though she has a room with a bed and a couch, so that's her first quirk (one we really like). She also has strangely curvy fingers...it's odd. Also, her name is Kat, therefore, when I yell at the cat with the word "cat," sometimes Kat responds - it gets confusing. Kat also has a fish, but she doesn't eat it, which I thought cats did, but apparently not this one.
Sardine tablecloth: this is potentially the quirkiest thing in the house. Well, maybe not, but in my opinion, it's pretty high up there. On our dining room table, all semester we have had this rather colorful plastic tablecloth with various pictures on it, including some of dead fish. Or maybe they're supposed to be alive. I don't actually know - there are French words underneath them, but since my French studying has been on hold since February, I don't know what they mean. However, this interesting thing has protected the table from our daily feasts, water spills, bread crumbs, random art projects, etc. Why sardines? No one has had an answer yet.
Sarah: she may be the least quirky of us all. Well, I suppose that depends on what you consider quirky. Let me rephrase: if we were all Santa Barbarans who love to (pretend) to love the earth (some actually do) and nature and hiking and eating naturally grown foods and recycling, etc., then we would think Sarah was the least quirky. Sarah is our token hippie - she's only kind of a real hippie. She makes her own bread and yogurt (had never seen that done before...never even thought about homemade yogurt, actually), tries to eat only locally grown vegetables/fruits, and works at a honey stand at our local farmer's market.
Trashcan: more accurately, this should be called "the most frustrating trashcan ever." In theory, this kind of trashcan is super helpful - you push the little pedal at the bottom with your foot, the lid pops up, you throw the trash away, and walk away, never having to actually touch the germ-infested lid. In theory. However, when the hinge breaks, life gets harder. Rach tried to fix it with rubber bands. That worked. For about a day. Sarah used to fix it every time it broke, but that got to be nearly an hourly process, so she gave up. Now we just lift the lid, germs and all.
Rachel: she would like to think she's the least quirky person in the house. However, I would beg to differ. Her quirks are funny, but unlike Kat's, which could get her in some record book for strange extremities, or Sarah's, which could help her save the world some day by being environmentally conscious, they may not be super helpful. First, she would prefer to live as Eve, the pre-Fall version. However, and perhaps even stranger, her pajamas must always match. Or she won't sleep. Good thing plaid pajama pants with multiple colors are acceptable sleepwear - they make matching much easier.
Oven: our oven is a rather special thing. However, after apartment-hunting and seeing the kinds of oven we could be living with (hello, toaster oven masquerading as a real oven), I must say this one is lightyears ahead. Still, it is rather quirky. See, the handle falls off. Sometimes you get some warning, like it might have been slightly loose when you put that bread inside, but it can come off at any moment. It's especially fun when you're actually using the oven and the handle comes off (hope you like burnt casserole). It used to take two of us to hold it and get it back on, but we've become expert enough now to fix it solo.
Charlotte: she may actually be the least quirky person in the house. She graduated in December with a B.A. in liberal studies and now works as a teacher at the local elementary school (way to actually use that specific degree). She doesn't feel any obsessive need to recycle or match clothing no one sees. She likes to eat normal American food - casserole, pizza, hot dogs, apple turnovers. However, she does have one strange obsession: "Friends." Not her actual friends, but six characters she's never met and who will, in all likelihood, never be her real friends. But she does enjoy the show.
Floor: you may not be able to see it in this picture, but our hallway/bathroom floor is rather...interesting. It's blue linoleum covered with pictures of smiling cartoon animals. Now, this may make sense in a house with little children, which this one used to have. However, as the abode of college students, it does seem rather out of place. To aid things and/or because no one wanted it in their room, we put this brightly colored rug in the middle of the floor. It may not make sense, but we do enjoy seeing people's faces the first time they visit our house.
Michelle: I'm not even sure where to begin with the quirkiness of this one. She will tell you she's the most normal/boring person ever, and if you read the page about her in the yearbook, you may start to agree. But don't let her fool you! My roommate is full of lovable quirks. First, as demonstrated in this picture, she LOVES heels. Now, my sister loves her shoes, especially her heels, but let me tell you, I have never met a woman who loved heels this much. This crazy woman wore stilettos, yes stilettos often 3-4 inches with a metal spike, walking around Westmont for nearly three years. When I said I was friends with Michelle, people would ask who she was and all I had to say was "um, she's the girl who wears heels," "oh, I know exactly who that is!" Every time. Shin splints have now taught her better. Michelle also loves words. Large words, to be exact. And she loves using them, over and over and over again. She also hates pants, which is just weird. Even in forty-degree weather, she would rather wear a knee-length dress. I could write a whole post on her quirks alone, but seeing as there are six of us, I'll be moving along.
Pictures: ok, only Michelle actually thinks these are quirky. I think they're artistic. However, their crookedness bothers Michelle. I've just decided she's not artsy.
Danielle: I'm sure I have some quirks. Everyone must, right? However, the one my house thinks is quirkiest I would like to say is not quirky. Everyone talks to their dog, right? I'm just trying to make our dog more cultured, so I talk to her in Italian (I tried French thinking she might actually know what I was saying, but it failed). After four months, Zaz understands "sedate" (as long as you say it standing directly over her in a firm voice), "voule andare a fuori?" (as long as you say it holding the leash pointing to the sliding glass door), "voule mangiare?" (as long as you say it next to her food dish), and "voule passegiare?" (as long as you say it with the leash in your hand snapping toward the front door). It's not quirky to talk to a dog in a language no one else understands (minus the entire Italian world), especially since I can't talk to anyone else in it.
Curtain: this is my favorite quirk in the house. This house is full of fabric - it's everywhere, on couches, the floor, over doors, on walls, and in windows. And most of it doesn't match. But for whatever reason, I like them. This one is my favorite. However, it is rather unique. It doesn't actually fit the window it hangs in. This doesn't bother me - nor does it bother Zazie who sleeps in it and may be the only one who likes it more than me.
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