"Awake and twinkle, Kimiko!"
"Uh, that's rise an- forget it, it's too early for that crap."
"Breakfast ready yet? I'm starvin'! I swear when I wake up, I could eat a mile-high pile of mules!"
Some people might think it's crazy to be living with so many boys, probably because it is. I was one girl amongst three guys. Three smelly, sweaty, immature, fart-joking guys. Not to mention that they eat everything.
If someone told me 2 years ago that I'd be sharing a bathroom with boys who never heard of using air freshener before leaving or left their underwear on the floor, I'd laugh in their face and tell them I'd never live with pigs like that. And yet, here I am, living with three dirty, spitting-for-distance boys, who smell like old gym socks and never clean up after themselves.
There was Omi, the small, naïve, and egotistical monk who mangles every slang phrase in the dictionary. Nonetheless, he was adorable and I couldn't help but love him since day one, in that annoyingly-cute-little-brother way.
Then there was Clay. Clay is a slow-and-steady-wins-the-race kind of guy. He enjoys abusing the English language every small chance he gets. But he has a heart and stomach the size of Texas, and always protects me and treats me like a lady. I look up to him like a big brother.
Finally, there's Raimundo. Out of the three, Raimundo probably ticks me off the most. He is the smart-ass, cocky, prankster with a passion to cause destruction throughout the temple. But again, out of the three, Rai was the one I felt closest with, the guy I could depend on for advice or rely on the keep a secret or even cry out my feelings to, whenever I need to break down.
And even sometimes, I wish there was another girl here, just someone who I could relate to, and paint nails with or gossip about singers. But, other girls don't play endless rounds of Goo Zombies 9 with me. Girls won't watch countless horror movies until dawn, and girls especially won't have burping contests at dinner.
Yup, I live with filthy guys who argue over sports and wrestle over the TV remote, or think that making bodily noises with their armpits. And as annoying as they can be, they are my boys, and I wouldn't try to change them for the world.