HEY HEY HEY...  oh boy do we have a GOOD story for you... altho the rules are being bent for this one. You see, it is not about us. It is about a certain individual who's dating the little brother of one of us. Her name shall not be disclosed to avoid further embaressment. But its just so damn funny we HAD to share. SO, lets call this unknown girl LISA. Before we begin the story, we thought you might enjoy some backround info on Lisa. She's the kind of girl who, after watching Free Willy, was scared shitless of swimming for fear that the killer whale would jump over her just like he did over the kid in the end, but eat her. But it is because of moments like these and the one below that we have grown to know and love Lisa... she makes us smile.

Sunday morning, Lisa was at church lighting a candle for her boyfriend (awww how cute). After having lit it, Lisa struggled for a couple of minutes to put the candle back in place. She finally got it back in, and turned around to walk back to her parents. HOWEVER, unbeknownst to Lisa, she turned too close to the candles, and LIT HER SLEEVE ON FIRE. Her mother's screaming only confused her, and her dad hitting her arm further beffuddled her.(Shes blonde and foreign, so a bit of leighway can be given, but only a very slight bit  HA jk jk... NO LEIGHWAY, NONE AT ALL) She finally got what was going on when her dad failed at smacking away the fire and threw her to the ground, yelling " ROLL, LISA, ROLL"   and she did.  The End.  

Hey hey hey... here's a compilation of short yet delightful convos that have occured between yesterday when we got back home from home and today... just warning you now, this list will prob grow, seeing as it is only noon. aight... enjoy :

Steph: grabbing at the air

Seema: Steph, what...? what... are you doing?

Steph: damn these fuzzies!

Seema: if i could catch a ho, it would be you...

Steph: uh... do i look like a ho to you? well too bad, you still cant catch me.

later that afternoon... a "steph" moment

Making my way back to my chair, i def walked into my comp's battery cord that was sustained at ankle level because i had cleverly strung it over the trash can next to my desk earlier. had it not been for my chair positioned as if it had been waiting to rescue me, i would have prob bruised my ass for the second time this week. no comment on that.

earlier today... a "seema" moment

: Yeah, guys have like   good days and bad days... today was def a bad day... man those pants were just too tight ... too tight around the crotchal area...  no comment on the guy in whose crotchal area was in question.

****edit****
Aight, so as steph stated, there might be more funny things that happen from noon until now. And well you guys are in for a treat. So here it goes.
As Steph, amy and I were eating a nice quiet dinner at 5pm ( i know early, but we were hungry), we all decided to get a tostada. Yeah, if u're cool, u know what those are. So basically steph started to tease me about eating meat.
Steph: look seema, there's MEAT!!!.(as she shoves the tostada in my face)
Seema: yeah i can see.
Steph: you know you want some!!! (and as i shoved the tostada away from me, part of it fell on my sweatshirt.)
seema: You got it on my sweatshirt (sad face)
steph: oh don't worry, i'll take care of it. (steph leans down and proceeds to eat the toastada off the my sweatshirt)
Seema: Woah! what did you just do?
Steph: i took care of it
Seema: you just licked it off my sweatshirt....woah!
Steph: yeah i know
Seema (befuddled for 5 minutes)
Steph: it's cuz you're hot
Seema: oh okay, well now i'm not so confused. THat's all you had to say.

hahaha i know, extrememly awesome. meanwhile, amy's just crackin up through this whole thing. and well, my job of updating here is done. haha later kids!

As the saying goes, you learn something new every day. So, what did we learn today, you ask? oh, oh i'll tell you what we learned. THE CLUB CIRCUS DOES NOT ACCEPT A TRAFFIC VIOLATION TICKET (cough cough mind your business cough cough) AND TWO FORMS OF I.D. TO CONFIRM THAT YOURE YOU AS I.D.    tonight the girls of 1702 were gonna go clubbing! and it was gonna be fun! and we got all cute and excited and took the flippin train to a dead reggae club where THEY didnt care about the ticket.

so because we were the only ones in there, we decided to hit circus up, since tonight they were lowering the age requirement to 18. But then somebody decided that there was too much joy in the world and said hey, i'll just be a bitch. That somebody was the flippin bouncer. He wasnt even big and black! he was flippin the opposite, scrawny and white. But, strangely enough, he still scared seema n me shitless. And so, disillusioned, we slowly dragged our feet back home. I'm sorry seema! and thank you for coming back with me! she couldve stayed there with the rest of the group, but she accompanied me back. 

so yeah, thats not even it people. oh no, tonight was full of adventure.  so, seema n i are making our way back to the train station, and we're waiting at this one stoplight to cross the street. my eyes were suddenly drawn to the suprisingly large group of all indian guys at the other side of the street. i uncomfortably looked over at seema, and her look seemed to mirror mine. and we both knew. we were like fresh meat about to be thrown at a pack of hungry wolves at the light's command. you would think we'd feel special getting that kind of attention from so many guys at once. no. not appreciated at all.

and to finish off the night, and this part of the entry (oh yes, theres comical relief at the end for ya, cuz we know thats what you want, the crude stuff)... on the train, which was bean packed up the wazoo btw, the doors suddenly opened and 7 or 8 drunk black people crammed their way in. i am specifing their race for a reason. if you think black people are funny and loud as hell when sober... you need to be on a cta train at midnight. and, of course, to balance out the sinfullness of their crude as hell conversations and slurred versions of 50 Cent,  there was also a dude preaching about letting jesus into your life. and then, what you all hope happened, but think  oh no, that would just be too funny, happened.  the preacher began directing his words toward the group of people mentioned above. and what was their reaction?  WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO THAT?  WHY THE FUCK IS THIS GUY TALKIN TO ME SHANIQUA? (the name was added for flavor) I DUNNO LAQUISHA. CUZ IM A MUTHA FUCKIN P-I-M-P.  yes, that moment alone made that entire trip worthwhile.

well, this entry has finally come to its end. this day was exhilirating! hope it was as good for you as it was for us! ciao  

HOLLERRRRRRR!!!!!!  ITS WHAT YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR! The official site of the same roomies who bring you cool as hell stories of beating sticks, toilet seat covers and many more on Seema's xanga. We decided that enough things happen in this place that those incidents are worthy of a site of their own. So yeah... drum roll please... 

So today instead of studying for bio lab, we were chatting online (with other people ha) and having a very crude yet informative conversation:

Seema: hey steph, what if i started calling you Gonads?

Steph: ew man, please dont. It's like me calling you Vagina.

Seema: (laughing) fine, i'll just call you Nads, then.

Steph: alright, Vagi.

And because this is our first entry, we're doing a daily double of convos. Just fo yo, fo yo pleasure (BEP).

Seema: (in response to steph's reluctancy to study) steph, do you know what happened to the bird that didnt study?

Steph: what? no...

Seema: he couldnt fly.

Steph: ... i'm not even going to bother correcting you. we'll just call that one "cute."

Seema: please dont tell people about this.

Steph: oh, dont worry. this is the sort of thing i DONT tell people (...except for on our xanga of course). 

And because yet another great convo was had this afternoon, today has become a triple decker. Yes, enjoy:

Seema: and i was like "man, i'm about to punch you in the nads."

Steph: (laughing hysterically) now, when you say "nads"... you dont mean that edible hair removable gel do you?

Seema: (begins laughing as well) what man? that shit is edible?

Steph: (now in silent mode) you mean nads like Nate's nads!

Seema: WHAT?!

Steph: you know, the shirt we made him... about ice skating with his nads out!