On Tuesday Reckless Kelly played at PLUSH. Reckless Kelly is one of Scarecrows favorite bands. They are underground country, if you will. I don’t know many of their songs but the ones that Scarecrow always plays, I like a lot. Scarecrow had been talking about this concert for about a month prior to them playing. He wanted me and Smitty to come with him because, “when will Reckless Kelly ever come to Tucson again?” Smitty and I both like the music so we agreed, but this was a month in advance. Once the concert came up this week I knew neither one of us were going to go. Smitty had to be up for 8am class because he hadn’t gone for the past three weeks. I was exhausted and didn’t feel like dealing with a drunk Scarecrow. I would have really enjoyed going to the concert had it not been in the middle of the week. The next morning Scarecrow said that the concert was awesome, which I’m sure is an exaggeration, and that he was driving up to Phoenix that night to go see their next show.

He never made it to Phoenix.

A couple days ago Scarecrow started the dish washer with only two plates, four cups, and some knifes and forks. There were other dishes sitting on the counter that also needed to be washed but Scarecrow just decided to start it. I think he wanted the dirty shot glasses cleaned because those were the only things in it that I hadn’t put in earlier. This isn’t the first time he has done this either. There have been other times when he has started the dish washer with nothing in it. He will leave all the other dirty dishes on the counter out of the dish washer and start it because he wants his cup washed he uses to make protein shakes. If he wants only one thing washed he should do it by hand.

Last night I had a few drinks, and after drinking a little I have no patience with Scarecrow. If there is something that I am mad at him for he is going to know. I don’t do this with every one just Scarecrow because of how much he annoys me. So I decided to tell Scarecrow not to run the dish washer when there is nothing in it. His first response back to me was that he bought the dish soap so he can run it as he pleases. I could not understand this comment, he cannot be that retarded that he doesn’t think of the other factors that go into washing dishes. I tried to stay calm and explain to him that it is not effective what he is doing. He then told me that he wasn’t the one who ran the dish washer, which is untrue because I made sure to ask the other roommates to if it was them. The conversation ended with Scarecrow’s pouty face and me still mad because of some comment that he mad after I was done talking to him. I cannot take much more of Scarecrow.

Scarecrow’s birthday was on the 17^th. For two weeks before this he kept asking me if I was going out for his power hour. If you are unaware a power hour is when you go to the bar from 12:00am the morning of your 21^st birthday and stay until it closes. I kept telling Scarecrow that I was not going out for his power hour. I had work early in the morning and I had a lot of school work that I had to get done that week. On my 21^st birthday Scarecrow sent me a text message saying happy birthday, so I didn’t feel I had any obligation to take him out. After telling him that I was not going out he got real pouty. The night of his power hour Scarecrow went out with T-Lew and another friend that he doesn’t hang out with that often. They ended up going to the Meet Rack, a shady bar on Drachmann. I dropped him off in front of this place and was scared for myself sitting in the car. Apparently the owner is referred to as God and lives above the bar. If you go to the Meet Rack on your birthday, God gives you a free bottle of Andre and a tour of his place.

On Scarecrow’s actual birthday we went to eat at La Ferlitas. The first shot that I bought for him was a Prairie Fire, which was Tabasco and tequila. The second shot was a Three Wise Men. This shot is just three different types of whiskeys mixed together; I’m not sure what three. I had the bartender mix a little grenadine in with the shot to make it red. The last shot I got for him was a Red Headed Slut. I’m not exactly sure what is in this shot I just know that it has Jagermeister, it’s red, and delicious. Much better than the first two shots I had bought him. After dinner I went home to finish some homework, and the rest of the group walked to Championship. When I left Matt was very drunk. I didn’t see him lasting to long at the bar, but he was able to stay out until 2:00am. He did throw up in the bathroom, but who doesn’t on their 21^st birthday.

Scarecrow decided to invite a few of our friends over last Friday for a BBQ. I was somewhat surprised that he took the initiative to do this. I decided to go with him to the grocery store because I figured if I didn’t he would screw it up. Once we got back to the house we unloaded the groceries and Scarecrow began to do something I have never seen him do, clean the house. Since this was his idea to have people over he felt that a dirty house would reflect poorly on him. He wiped down the counters, put away all of the dishes, and cleaned up the basement which was covered in empty beer cans from last week. The next morning things were back to normal. Scarecrow wasn’t going to help clean up the party he had thrown; he cleaned up the house the day before, so he shouldn’t have to do anything ever again.

Last Wednesday Scarecrow apparently had to give a presentation of a children’s story to deaf kids as part of his Sign Language class. I did not see him practice for this presentation at all. When I have a presentation for class, whether it be for my core classes or last year in German, I take time to go over the presentation and make sure I have it down. I rather not get up in front of people and look like and idiot even if they are little kids. Maybe I should give Scarecrow more credit; maybe he actually is good at sign language. That night he came home and told me he had decided he wasn’t going to go to class the next day because he had done the presentation that day. I told him just because he had to do work for a class once the whole year isn’t a valid reason to skip the next day. Scarecrow just shrugged and said he didn’t feel like going. This must mean under the Scarecrow reasoning, after the presentation of the business plan is over in November, I should get a good week off of school. I think I’m going to have to settle with Thanksgiving break.

I am not sure what Scarecrow’s class schedule looks like. I know he takes classes at Pima but I am not sure how many. I know he only has one class on Thursday and no classes on Friday, so I am guessing he is not taking more than three. He has told me that he is taking a general education class at the U of A, but I am still skeptical about this. Scarecrow is on his third year at Pima, and has only started this year to take classes that pertain to his major, American Sign Language. The reason that he has chosen sign language is because at his mom’s company they had to hire a sign language interpreter and paid them sixty dollars an hour so he felt that this would be something that he could do. In high school he was going to take sign language to meet his foreign language requirements because there was no way he was going to pass Spanish. His excuse for not being good at Spanish was that he couldn’t role his R’s. Every time Scarecrow would enroll in sign language in high school he would have to drop it because “it didn’t fit into his schedule.” It wasn’t until graduation was coming up that he decided that it was time he better get his foreign language requirement filled. He eventually had to hire a private tutor to get the credit he needed to graduate. I don’t understand what has made him decide that he should major in sign language if he couldn’t pass the elementary classes in high school.

I complain about how Scarecrow does nothing around the house and I will continue to do so. There is one thing that he does that no one else will do; he buys all the paper towels, red cups, and decorates the basement. It may not sound like much but paper towels and red cups are essentials that would go un-purchased otherwise. He has also gone out and bought many posters, as well as, Guinness signs and a clock, all in an effort to make the basement more appealing. To the rest of us in the house decorating the basement is our last priority, so to see that he has taken the initiative is nice. So far he has not asked any of us to reimburse him for these purchases, and I really hope he doesn’t. These few things are his only contributions to the house and I hope he realizes that; on the other hand, he is Scarecrow.

Scarecrow chooses when he feels like cleaning up after himself. For the most part he will throw away his trash and put away his dishes. However, there seems to be an ongoing trend of leaving cups around the house. Scarecrow’s things are easy to spot too, whether it is his Hansen’s Natural Soda or his Crush Orange Soda bottle. No one else in the house drinks these things so we all immediately know the culprit. After observing how his trash was always lying around we decided to do an experiment to see if he would ever throw his stuff away. The experiment started with his Crush Orange Soda bottle. He left it on the kitchen counter and we were going to leave it there until he threw it away. A week went by and the bottle was still sitting on the counter. We had people over and the counter was a mess. I cleaned everything off of the counter and wiped it down, but I left the bottle there. Still Scarecrow doesn’t throw it away. Another week goes by and I ask him to throw away his bottle that has been sitting there for two weeks now. Scarecrow tells me that two weeks is an exaggeration and walks by the bottle. Two more days go by and finally Lovy can’t take it anymore and throws it away. He asks Scarecrow if he was ever going to take some responsibility and clean up after himself; Scarecrow responds by telling Lovy that he was just trying to see how mad he could make us all.

Next time the bottle is going to be smashed in the middle of his room.