Enjoy your Empty House!

Do you hear that? No?

Exactly. Blessed Silence. The fabled 'I have my place of residency completely to myself, and no this isn't an open invite to have a party,jerk!' silence doesn't come often.

If you live alone, then this particular blog post won't do much for you, so feel free to skip it. But if you happen to fall in the category of someone who shares a living space, read on my friend.

I don't care if you live with your parents,significant other,relatives,friends or the random strangers you found on craigslist or that your university assigned; if you share a living space then you know that when the time comes that you are alone for an undefinable length of time, that time is special. Sacred, even.

I have found myself in such a sanctified position and in my ever present musings I have compiled a list of the best ways to capitalize on my fleeting solitude. My list has benefits for my wicked soul, its a means to recharge and just be.

So without further ado... My List:

1)Take the ear buds out of your precious mp3 device, dock it, and crank it. Simple instructions that seem trivial, but as soon as you have your music of choice bouncing off the walls at ear shattering levels (just because you fucking can) you will thank me. There is something to be said about just surrounding yourself in music listened to at a volume that you normally avoid out of courtesy to the people who share your abode. Note: This may not win you any fans if you live in an apartment complex. I personally believe its a risk worth taking, though.

2)While you are listening that music of yours, go a little crazy and practice those dance moves that you pretend not to know about. Let your inner rhythmless dork come out and get down with some old school moves that should include, but aren't limited to: The Cabbage Patch (you know you wanna), The Running Man, The Harlem Shake, The Hand Jive, and hell, why not try your best break dancing moves while you're at it. After all, if you attempt a kickflip or a head spin, no one will see you fall (or fail miserably). And if letting your silly side come out is something you find appalling, then go ahead and let your inner slut out. Don't deny you want to practice what you see on those practically-porno rap videos. So go for it. Enjoy.

3) I could say walk around naked, because its freeing (or so I hear), but I am not that cliche (and it gets drafty, even in June), so I propose something else. Go into your closet, drawers, floor, or wherever you stockpile your clothes and pick out your comfiest, oldest, most loved garments and throw them on! Does it have holes or bleach stains? Who cares?! That's even better!! Wear the things that you can't find it in yourself to be let seen by another living soul.

4) Have a 'friend' stop by (if you are single) and be as vocal as you'd like. Enough Said.

5) If your housemates are neat, be a little messy. If they are messy, clean to your hearts content and then revel in it all! That place is yours to do what you like, so break out the Windex or leave your dishes in the sink. Either way, you can rest easy and know that its all for you.

Well the list has come to an end, there are a million things to do when you find yourself alone, but these are my top five. Especially if you like to bask in the solitude for a moment.

Got any favorites of your own?

The Things that Make You Go, 'Huh'.

In most of my internal musings about Humans as a Whole, I reach the conclusion that at our core, we are all essentially the same. I hold true to this statement and until I have some empirical evidence to sway me otherwise, I will abide by it.

With that said, every once in a great while I come across someone who has me rethinking my theory. I spied one such anomaly today in my wanderings around campus. I think I will dub this case subject: The Kid that possibly lost a bet/really marches to the beat of an off-tune drummer.

For short, The Kid wearing the Harry Potter Hat.

That's right, you just read that. The Kid wearing the Harry Potter Hat. Walking around like it was Diagon Alley and not a college campus full of overly judgmental peers. To say I did a double-take as soon as I spotted him would be an understatement. I wouldn't have been surprised if my jaw literally hit the floor (and I'm fairly tall for a girl, so that's sayin' somethin').

I held in my instinctive chuckle aimed at the Kid with Watermelons for Balls (you have to be to wear that hat in a place where the students oddly resemble vultures on a good day). No one likes to be laughed at, and I wasn't going to let my shock give way to cruelty, no matter how oddly hilarious I found the sight.

It's one thing to go to a convention and dress up like your favorite sci-fi/fantasy character (who doesn't want to 'live long and prosper'?)and revel in dork-dom with you're own kind. At least when you dress up and kick it with your Vulcan or Storm Trooper buddies, you are the majority. You can use your light saber or Elvin crafted Longsword to kick some 'normal' people ass all up and down the block.

But to walk around on a college campus, the lone beacon of everything that is nerdy in the world... Well... That just makes me proud. How secure (or completely oblivious) do you have to be to let your Freak Flag fly like that? Pretty damn secure (or delusional), if you ask me. That kind of moxie gives me hope for humanity.

I am pretty sure that everyone has a healthy dose of 'dork' in them. I believe most of us have conditioned that 'dork gene' to hide beneath the surface, only to come out to play in isolation or with a group of like minded 'dorks'. We all seem to convince ourselves that our pesky little 'dork' trait is insignificant, that we are cool and socially acceptable.

These are lies; we are not cool and what in the hell is universally socially acceptable? We are all cut from the same cloth, we are fed the same media and education so it stands to reason that we all have the essence of dork somewhere. Some of us are masters at hiding it, and I gotta say, I have no respect for those fools.

The Kid with The Harry Potter Hat brightened my day and gave me a sense of well-being about letting my own nerdiness shine through. So Kid with The Harry Potter Hat, I salute you. You may not be one of a kind, but you are one of the few brave souls that simply doesn't give a fuck about what people think. Don't ever let anyone cast a 'silencio' on your very active dork gene.