Roomates: gotta love ’em

-4 girls are sharing a 2 bedroom, 1 bath apartment. We’re not crazy, right?

-2 of roommates are vegetarian. Yay for dairy shabbat meals!
-1 roommate brought a record player, along with her collection of about 70 records. Yay for authentic oldies music!
-I spent an hour trying to convince my roommate that our bunk beds would look better in the corner of the room. She was nearly in tears by the end of it, but finally agreed. We moved it, and she says “You know, I think it does look better this way”. I think I have to be nicer during debates. 
-You can easily tell which stuff the freshman roommate put up: The pieces of paper with funny quotes from the internet do not normally survive more than one semester.
-I don’t know how people who have to take airplanes move into college. 
-My best friend used to live a 30 minute walk away from me. Now she lives in my backyard!
-I really hope the people in my apartment don’t get into any big fights, because I’ve seen too many friendships ruined that way, and my roommates are way too awesome of friends to lose. 
-I bought a dresser from Terrapin Trader, the university surplus shop, today for $24!
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Shout Out: Einat

I have an intellectual obsession with my Hebrew professor, Einat. 

I sign up for everyone of her classes, even when it means not taking CORE classes that I actually need to graduate, and even when it means taking classes like “Introduction to Hebrew”, in which we started with learning the alef-bet. 
Last year, she taught an experimental class titled “The history of the Hebrew language”.  This article covers the basics of much of what she taught in that class. It was an AWESOME class, and I recommend every Jewish student at UMD to take it, or any other class that she teaches.  

Am I a grammar prude?

There are 2 songs that really, really bug me when I hear them. 

They particularly get to me because, if not for their very blatant english mistakes, I’d actually like them.  A lot. 
The first is Kid Rock’s All Summer Long. The mistake in this song is not actually the grammar, but the poetry style:
“We were trying different things/we were smoking funny things/making love out by the lake/all summer long.”
It’s a really catchy chorus, but as it gets stuck in my head, I keep saying “You can’t rhyme a word with itself.” And this perpetuates the song getting stuck in my head, because I keep thinking about how wrong it is. 
The other song is “Don’t phunk with my heart” by The Black Eyed Peas.  First of all, funk is not a verb. I don’t care what anybody says about language being controlled by the ones who speak it, they are wrong if they think some celebrity rock band can legitimately change grammar by mimicking an incorrect way of speaking used by uneducated, low class individuals. And don’t even get me started about the spelling. 
These things bug me, alright? Please people, don’t assume your audience are a bunch of ignoramuses, because “if you build it, they will come.”