#HoosierNation

You may think it's more fun to live in California than in Indiana but if you think that, you haven't been to Nick's English Pub to watch IU progress to the Sweet Sixteen. Promise!

Not the Kinda Girl You'll Be Seeing In The Morning

When I'm in my #CaliforniaHouse, I am in the top 90th percentile of early risers. That house is giant, sheltering 50 residents in little rooms far away from the kitchen. So I can pretty much go about my business, grinding hella ozs. of coffee and listening to mellow Drake songs without disturbing anyone's slumber.

Not so at #IndianaHouse. By all accounts, #According2Math, I should really be asleep right now. I ought to be jetlagged on Pacific Time, and I stayed up all last night waiting for my early flight. But I don't want to wake up the 2 permanent residents of this establishment so I can't make coffee OR play Drake on the stereo system. The point is, everyone should live in a giant house, or else everyone should wake up at the same time as me.

Roommate Time

Because I have the biggest bed in the house, fools are always posted up on it. Right now, Jenna is next to me tapping away at her brand new tumblr. That's right, folks. We're blogging simultaneously while sitting next to each other on the same bed.

Jenna seems like she might be blogging about Bark, her high school newspaper. This is a bit of a sticking point in our relationship- always with the celebration of Bark. Oy vey. Just because Jenna's high school newspaper has won several PaceMakers for excellence in high school journalism, doesn't mean two adult women have to blog about it simultaneously while sitting next to each other on a giant bed. You don't see me blogging about my charmingly titled high school newspaper, The Optimist.

In pursuit of my quest to itemize a maximum number of facts about Jenna,  I have just asked her to confirm that her former role on Bark was Photo Editor. (Her response? "I did a lot of things, Roz.") Fact-checking is a great journalistic practice I picked up while serving as the Managing Editor of the Optimist. Those were sort of my Glory Days, if you will. Just goes to show you. You can have the biggest bed in the house, but if you aren't the Managing Editor of anything, what's it all worth?