The Origins of Wraar

I’m sure many of you are saying to yourselves, “I wonder where she got the name ‘wraar’…It MUST be a nickname of sorts because surely no one would be that stoned when naming a child.”

Well, you are correct. While my mother DID find it amusing to name her child after a 70s TV character, she did not come up with Wraar.

The story of wraar dates all the way back to the academic year 1998/1999. During this year, I was a sophomore at GW. My friend Nicole and her roommate lived next door. Nicole often cooked food in my kitchen because I had a microwave and she did not. (Yes, our dorms had kitchens. There’s a reason GW is the 2nd most expensive school in the country. No, mommy and daddy did not pay for it. Scholarships and a pledge for my soul until I reach 40 took care of it). Anyway, I love Nicole. She’s a swell chica. However, her use of my microwave was not one of my most favorite college things. Why, you ask? Because she only cooked SMELLY food in my room. I knew that when I heard her knock I’d be smelling refried beans or powdered cheese for days.

I tell you this because wraar came about on a rare day when food was actually being cooked in NICOLE’S room and I was hanging out in the kitchen. Luckily Nicole was not cooking - she cooked smelly food in her room too. No, our friend Jamie was cooking pasta. Jamie was dating Nicole’s roommate. Out of respect for the insane, we’ll just call her “The Jersey Redhead.” Jamie spent many hours in the room cooking for the Jersey Redhead and trying to keep her from yelling at him. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes she made her Furbies attack him. (Yes, she collected Furbies.)

While chatting with Jamie and Nicole, I played with Nicole’s magnetic hangman. I created four new words – “wraar,” “gufem,” “chkp,” and “wubs.” Now, I figured the words would make people giggle and that would be the end of it. It was not to be so, however, and I must give credit for my name to Jamie. He and the Jersey Redhead took to yelling the four words at each other whenever they weren’t making out or involved in a Furby attack. I suppose the Jersey Redhead deserves credit too, but she was crazy and I like Jamie better, so she gets none! Hahahahaha! The power of the Wraar!

I choose “wraar” as a screenname for a bunch of stuff that year because it was the most name sounding and did not involve excessive numbers. I figured since no one else thought of it, I was a tad more unique than cutiepie8274082764885831134. I have kept it for everything ever since.

So, there you have it. Not all that amusing. But now you know. And I’m sure that makes you feel just a little bit better.