the rumors are true…
… parrish, my dorm, is eerily quiet. there’s more noise outside my window at the rose garden/roundabout than in the hallway outside my open door. speaking of my door, why aren’t people knocking it down? don’t tell me this is one of those situations where i’ll have to learn to be assertive again. you think i came to college to learn?
currently i’m eating leftover sesame tofu with my fingers, then wiping my fingers on my jeans and using them to type. this bodes well for the future, both in terms of hygiene and the condition of my keyboard. but i have no silverware. i have no roommate either, and no boyfriend (well, at least none within arm’s reach). something, people, has got to give.
well, i have a pretty view outside my window, which is taller than i am, and my walls are so tall i can barely even see the ceiling. the ceiling is like a dimly glimpsed horizon. it may well just be a mirage. everything’s white, except the furniture (light wood stained) and the floor (linoleum. what? who ordered linoleum? not that i’m complaining, mind you. the other dorms i’ve lived in on campus had cinderblock walls and floors made out of compacted grade F meat). (still, i could use a rug.)
if you are someone i know, or the sibling of someone i know, you should stop by parrish 246 and get the awkward first “oh hi!” moment out of the way. i swear i’m not intimidating: at the moment, i have sesame sauce dripping down my chin. mmm, sesame …