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My new place

WOO, apartment completely unpacked and organized! Want to see some pics? Of course you do!
Keep in mind that this is technically a dorm room.

 

Also this:

You gotta love Canada.

If we give up our exclamation points, the terrorists win (!!!!!)

Here are some silly pictures from around my room. I’m really, really sick of doing ANOVAs—I’ve been doing them since 3:00 and it’s midnight now—so I fired up the camera and took a few pictures. Be flabbergasted as I bore you to death with my amazing ability to be fascinated with my own crap! Onward!

This is my closet. Notice the lack of boring colors. And just ignore that top shelf on the right, that’s where I chuck my pajamas in the morning. There’s a bunch of other clothes up there…I really don’t know what those are…I could go check, but I’m lazy.

Oh, and did you also notice the ROYGBIV layout? I do it once for garments worn on bottom half of body, then again for garments worn on top half of body. I’m awesome.

I find the gloomy glow of an always-turned-off television to be drab, so I decorated mine with Post-It Notes. I haven’t turned my TV on since they took Futurama off of Adult Swim and I got the whole series on DVD.

This is my desk, where I do my best work (aka my blogs). Yes, that’s a picture of Voltaire on the left there. And yes, those are my Voltaire pins underneath the NASA patch.

I’ve found calendars to be boring and useless for a person like me, who likes to keep it all in her head, so I’ve been reduced to writing silly things on that big old calendar on my desk there. February’s was “LOL IT’S A METAPHOR!” March’s says “25 credits” on every week except next, which says “Holy crap, it’s spring break!!! I don’t have to do ANYTHING for SEVEN WHOLE DAYS! If a god or gods exist, he/she/they LOVE ME! I <3 spring break!”

Yeah.

If the value of “purpose” could be measured negatively, this blog would be approaching a value of negative infinity.

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Oh my god YES. I’m getting the hell out of Wallace next year! I’m off to…
McConnell
. Haha. Yeah, another residence hall, but it’s not in Wallace and it’s supposedly quieter. That’s all I ask…

 

And none of these bunk bed doohickeys. SINGLE ROOMS, BABY!

And here are a few more reasons why I hate you all

I have fucking had it with this residence hall and all the people in it (save, maybe, two). For some reason, they all feel it is necessary to keep at least one of their moronic selves in the hallway at all hours of the day, and this person must be ready to stare at anyone who dares enter the hallway. What, is it illegal to walk in the hallways now? They love especially to stare at me, cause I’m “weird” and “quiet.” Well, excuse me if I don’t want to converse with you idiots. From what I’ve heard from your constant screaming and hollering in the hallways at all hours of the night, all your conversations consist of are talking about articles in “People Magazine” and “Cosmo,” trying to dance with really crappy music blaring out for all the world to hear, and people making really stupid, annoying, and repetitive monkey noises. Why this all seems entertaining more than once is far beyond me.

Also, I do not think you have the right to come and bother me in my room when I don’t show up to hall meetings. Fuck your hall meetings. I went to the first one, which was scheduled to last fifteen minutes and ended up lasting three hours, and I’d firmly made up my mind by minute 30 of that meeting that I was not going to participate in meetings that lacked organization, a reasonable clip, and intelligent conversation. Hall meetings, from what I’ve gathered, are optional. You should not—I repeat, should NOT—come to my door every Monday night and ask me to come to the meetings. I won’t. I’m busy, okay? I’ve got better things to do with my time than waste it with you idiots. Unlike you people, I am not here at college to gain friends and to have a blossoming social life. I am here to learn and to get the hell out. So do not get in my way.

To my suitemate: turn the damn radio down, learn how to sing if you’re going to, and stay the fuck out of my room. I know you’ve been in here multiple times when I’ve been at home for the weekend, I have concrete evidence of it, and I am sick of you leaving tracks across my carpet of whatever nasty substances you have coating the floor of your room. You have ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT to be in here, and if you do it again, I’ll take hold of the situation. You do not want that.

Okay, that’s about it for now. I’m definitely going to try to get into a “quiet hall” next year, cause this is ridiculous. Plus a hall of all girls has way too much estrogen in it to be healthy for anyone.

Hooray!

I love my dorm room. That’s all I have to say.

Last day of summer (sorta)

Why, hello!

iF YOU TYPE LIKE THIS, IN ALL CAPS, THEN USE THE “SHIFT” KEY FOR REGULAR CAPITALIZATION, DOESN’T IT LOOK WEIRD? eVERY SENTENCE SEEMS TO BE MISSING A FIRST LETTER. dOESN’T IT? dOES THIS SEEM IMMORAL TO YOU? iT DOES TO ME.

Anyway, college starts tomorrow, and I seem to be the only one who is really freaked out. Are you freaking out? Is anyone even gonna read this?

But I finally got my dorm room all organized…it’s pretty!