Bandura and Watson and Miss Lou

Bandura is a Leo (haaaa!), enjoys playing with feet, eating knibblers, snoozing in the sun and is obsessed with The Daily Show.

Watson is a Scorpio, more of an Anderson Cooper fan, like sniffing out the grass, bouncing up and down 3 times and then spinning around til he pukes, much like the way he enjoys revolving doors.

So I chatted with my roomie, Miss Lou, this eve and I realized how much I miss her. She's the most amazing person anyone would be graced to meet. She has such an intense yet free spirit about her. You can't help but laugh at her antics and be moved by her seriousness. I remember the time we actually became good friends. I think she asked for a ride home from band practice in the Beast...haaaa...everybody loves the Beast. And then it just sort of happened from there. I think the whole 52 in 100 on a bus pretty much cemented it though.

We survived and thrived through a lot of stuff together in our years. Breakups and dumb boys, the subsequent chase into even more dumb boys, letting a strange freshman crash on our floor during the Bama trip and then becoming his friend..wowza, whoda thunk it? A summer of biking around El Forko Grande, the roomie that moved her furniture with the phases of the moon, driving around Swanies parking lot 10 times just to shake our heads to Bohemian Rhapsody. The early Saturday mornings at the Alerus, the long cold walks to the Ralph, shakin it to the drums, and going back for more the following week. The band trips and the good times with the geeks and sitting at the very top of the Bisondome. Eating oreos and cheetos and drinking wine while feeling sorry for ourselves, watching scary movies and getting freaked out, writing 'books' on how the world really is and how we would run it if by a no chance in hell and really good luck we ever got to run the world. Eating off a microwave box and living in ant farm with a penis tree, swooning over new boys and bemoaning them when they ran away from our charm. Dreaming of exacting our revenge on the sex fiends above us with the big rumbly trucks using the Valley's finest crop. Many a night at Tabula, taking in the cute guitar players and yes...even buying their really crappy cd's. Spinach dip and salad at the Moose, driving in circles around town, getting so lost we end up in Duluth and shakin it down at the Rock. Trying to figure out exactly what is the thing with the things and the thingys. Late night study fests, or procrastination periods. Sporks and asses and whippy shitty drunkeness. Dave at Alpine and U-eys in downtown Chicago. Going to Walmart at midnight for a tool to get the damn hamster out from under the dishwasher, oh RIP Gerdie, the CanadiEn invasion, gradumatation and moving on to the big city life. Many laughs, many tears, many memories.

She's the kind of friend you know you can get good shoe advice, make sure you don't drunk call your ex, share a Bend and Jerry's, and have long talks about everything and nothing at the same time.

I think we all need a friend that sticks it through, loves you no matter what and inspires you. Miss Lou is mine. She's definitely been there for me when nobody else has been and she continues to be even though we're no longer in the same zip code. Its in her spirit to love with all her heart which seems endless to those that know her best. She inspires me to be a better person in so many ways just because she can and doesn't even know she does.

Love ya ma'am :)