"I'm not crazy!"

"I don't sound like it, not even a little bit. You don't know what crazy people sound like! Neither do I, but that's beside the point."

Today, my roommate and I had a small discussion. I brought up her previous quotes, which, granted, happened under the influence of caffeine:

"The fridge is made of alligator skin! White chocolate alligator skin! If you eat it, it will taste like white chocolate alligators."
"His shirt! It has so many lines! And they go vertically and diagonally and horizontally and it has triangles and it is so cool!"

"Why aren't you boiling?! Whyyyyyy..." [questioning looks from other roommates] "It's not boiling!"

"That's weird. Ouch! Ok, that's wan." [I think she was trying to combine "on" and "warm," with limited success.]

Not to mention the occasional senseless babbling or the flapping her hands and pretending to fly, or sashaying back and forth in the kitchen to keep an eye on tea and her video game.

My life is never boring. I'm going to miss having her as a roommate come May and move-out date, for this and other reasons.