I have decided to continue the trend of writing about my personal experiences living away from home and the journey I have embarked on to become a "real" adult. In my best interest of looking back on the summer once it is complete and being able to reminisce all of the amazing memories, and not so amazing memories that were created along the way, I have decided to write weekly columns with updates pertaining to any amusing events that occurred throughout the week. Without further ado, let's begin.

The one thing I've started to gather during my hiatus from home is that food won't magically appear on a silver platter. You have to either go out and buy it or make it yourself. I usually chose the former. However, being a broke college student, that is not always something I can treat myself too. As a result, I have begun to start cooking very basic meals. Rice, pasta and frozen pizza rolls have become a high-class meal for my roommates and me. When I add my own chef's personal touch of salt and pepper, well, I'm surprised no top-tier chefs haven't reached out to me begging for the recipe yet! There is one valuable lesson that I have learned through my minimal cooking experience and that is to make sure you turn on the right stove when you set something on it. My friend and I decided to divvy up the tasks one day when we made tacos for dinner. I would cook the meat on the stove while he boiled water and made rice.

We both started off around the same time and the grind was on. I had laid down some ground beef on a pan and slowly watching it start to cook. As time passed and my meat had almost been cooked to perfection, I noticed that the pot with water was not even close to boiling yet. I thought that was odd but tended back to preparing my taco meat. Shortly after, I looked up and saw smoke starting to arise from the general vicinity where the water was. I thought to myself, "Finally, our meal is shaping into form." But, I started to waft in a weird scent. My senses were in full effect now. I looked over at the pan of water and noticed that it wasn't boiling, rather, a lid for the pan was placed on the burner and it was starting to melt. We quickly rushed to turn off the burner just in time to watch the plastic lid handle melt into a deformed shape. We all broke into a laugh of hysteria realizing the burner beneath the pan of water hadn't actually been turned on.

As the weekend neared, talks of our house hosting a party began to spread like wildfire. In a mass debate, we contemplated whether we should actually have one if people would show up and if my friend would finally be able to get with the girl he's been "in love with" for 8 months now. Finally, we decided to give it a shot. The party went pretty well. I will spare the details on how my friend did with his dream girl, but I will leave you with one final thought, as she was leaving to go home, my dear friend was bent over on his hands and knees puking his brains out. With plans to hang out with her next week, miraculously I know, I will be sure to keep you in the loop and let you know how that plays out.