Neither of these stories are made up.

Let history write itself in such a way that it commemorates this weekend as the weekend I decided to drop out of college, go to trade school, and become a carpenter. And also as the weekend I still could not find the beat. After events last week (building a bookshelf, setting up speakers in my room, both by myself. Also important to note, the numerous times Sri and I have doublehandedly remedied a broken toilet) the trade school seed had been planted. Then, after arriving home from dinner on Friday night in a brief pursuit of ice, we found the tiny freezer inside the tiny fridge frozen into one complete solid block of ice. Kate and I decided that there was only one way to deal with such a problem: tools. And now, a photo montage:

We started with a screwdriver.

Then added a hammer:

A towel is sought for carnage:

And now a pasta scoop:

HUZZAH!

Until you too have hammer-chiseled and then pasta-scooped a massive chunk of ice from the backworkings of the freezer mechanism, you cannot know the satisfaction.

AND. Last night was spent at Roommate Kelsey's family's house eating not just real food that was not microwaved for 2.5 minutes or heated on a George Foreman grill, but the most delicious spicy pasta, meatthing, homemade bread and salad I have tasted since, well, a very long time. Plus we ate the salad last. Which, when you haven't left the country in over a year, is pretty much like being in Italy.
Walking into this house was not only a sensory explosion because it smelled so fantastic, but everywhere you looked and every corner you turned there was a musical instrument and a piece of art from one of their friends. Dinner was followed by an 11 piece rendition of Heart & Soul. Complete with 3 different kinds of drums, a rain stick, piano, guitar, didgeridoo, wooden frog and tambourine. Pictures and videos were taken by the 12th member and now I must go hunt down whoever that was.