The Other Side

Though the above-evidenced cross country road trip clocks in at a close second, the best thing to happen to me since graduating a month ago is definitely my discovery of "Hit the Floor." This brand-new vH1 scripted series burrows into the political underbelly of fictional NBA cheerleading squad the Los Angeles Devil Girls and follows the virgin season of Ahsha (newcomer Taylor Paige). To quote the late great Bill Hader, this show has everything: overlong dance routines, an improbably supportive non-baller boyfriend who will clearly be outta the picture by episode 4, envelopes full of $50 bills, implied cunnilingus, and for heaven's sake, the guy who played Donna's dad on "That 70s Show!"

I can scarcely believe my luck at having stumbled upon this gem. As anyone reading this probably knows, the only series I've ever watched from pilot to finale is HBO's "Entourage," but I've been really hoping to hop aboard a new televised train and ride it into the sunset. As it were, to Hit the Floor running. I thought I would miss living in a mansion with my 12 best friends, but in retrospect, I dunno how I got by a single day before meeting the Devil Girls. Things are on the up-and-up, my dears. That's for damned sure.

#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?

Hash Browns

Since my girl Shelz taught me how to make hash browns last week (same way you make latkes except it doesn't take as long and there aren't onions), I've made them for breakfast every morning.

Is this more or less healthy than what I used to eat every morning, which is scrambled eggs with a lot of cheese?

Probably a lateral move. Both are improvements upon my sophomore year of high school 2-Daily-Bowls-Of-Lucky-Charms phase.

Well. Actually I don't have any evidence to support that. All in all, it's probably best not to eat the same thing for breakfast every day, or to make your friends read about it. 

I'm making Mia a Mix CD

with only songs by Drake.

#Hoosiers2013

Let's face it, folks. 2013 is a great year to blog. We're coming right up on a new season of The Bachelor, I'm wrapping up a hella fun undergraduate career, and what's more I got a new camera for xmas so I don't have to illustrate posts with the same pictures of Eliya I've been burning through since freshman year.

In a few days I'm bound for Los Angeles to take new pictures of Eliya. I don't really know what else you do in Los Angeles, especially since Danielle says we can't take a double-decker bus tour of Santa Monica to hunt celebrities. Any suggestions would be appreciated.

 The good news is that I am basically a celebrity now, having rung in the new year in the party hall above the downtown Bloomington Subway. I've been craning my neck towards the stylish attendees of Party-Hall-Above-Subway events since middle school, and through some keen career-girl networking I wrangled an invitation to last night's elegant fete. My friends, That Side of paradise did not disappoint. Here's hoping a bespectacled Bloomingtonian 12 year-old spotted me leaning out the window and knew that she, too, could afford to dream big. Cheers, my dears.