Juan's Apartment

I've been living in Juan´s apartment for the past week. Yes, it was weird at first because I've never lived with a boy (except my dad and my brothers but they dont' count). And you know you're in a boy's house when there is no trash can in the bathroom. Thankfully, he grew up with sisters so he puts the seat down.

Well besides having to adjust to some things, Juan has been pretty fun to live with. Here are my favorite things about living with Juan:

1) He can spend all day playing his guitar, which I like listening to.
2) We can have a little pity party and talk about our boy/girl problems.
3) He talks to me in Spanish so I learn and stop feeling like an asshole when I speak English in a Spanish-speaking country.
4) He tells me about his neighbor always being able to "make a woman scream" so I am aware when I hear banging noises.
5) His obsession with jazz and classical music and when he feels the need to tell me all about it like I really want to hear (My favorite was when he went on and on about how sad it is that Mozart died so young).
6) We constantly bust out singing lame yet awesome rock ballads together.
7) We share a great appreciation for Michael Jackson and dance to his music.
8) He trusts me to water his plants even after I repeatedly told him I accidentally kill living things (animals and plants, not humans!)
9) We can have a long ass conversation about history and social issues...we are losers!!!
10) He plays me a happy song when I get all upset (Hakuna Matata!)