Sina.

My good buddy Sina was kind enough to point out my neglect of the blog again. After her not so subtle reminder, I told her I would post something just for her.

Sina this is for you.

Sina and I were roommates in college for a bit. We hit it off as friends immediately. I mean, what wasn't to like about each other. Both hilarious. Both tremendous athletes. Both extremely intelligent. Not to mention strikingly good looking. We had a mutual appreciation for the greatness of the other person. Plus, we were really good for each others egos.

On a whim and due to a lack of spending money, we decided to get jobs. Due to our outstanding resumes and business acumen, we landed the most coveted jobs on campus. Nighttime janitors. We worked something like 10pm to 2am. The perfect schedule for college kids who have class the next day. But I digress.

The cool thing about us was the fact we never really took ourselves too seriously.  To demonstrate our eliteness, we made matching mixed tapes. Yes. Matching. You might be wondering why we would do something like this. It is really quite simple.

We both had our respective walk-mans, but we found it really annoying when the other was singing a long to a song the other person wasn't listening to. The obvious answer was matching mixed tapes. Those were the days. Running around the deserted Fine Arts building, singing at the top of our lungs. Riding up and down in the elevators just because we could.  Lip-syncing while watching ourselves in the mirrors of the many deserted bathrooms.

*sigh*

There is one song I will always associate with Sina. We used to sing it - together - over and over. We even developed our own harmony to the song. It was a Back Street Boys song. No need to embarrass ourselves any further. Sina knows the one.  :o)

Good times.

Thanks for the reminder Sina.

Peace Out.