Dorms Now Available With Hair Accessories

I moved into my dorm today, and there was a hairband on the bedpost. That’s understandable, I decided. Another girl slept here before now. But there was also a multicolored hairclip on the window blinds. (This one is tricky.) The cord to the blinds is held together already by a bead or something. I don’t know why someone would want to store her clip up there, but it continues to stare down at me, so I think I may check it for bugging devices.

So I’m here, but my roommate (and her superior amenities) won’t arrive until Saturday. So what I lack in a TV, microwave, and someone to talk to, I make up for with a computer, dorm oven, and ABBA’s Greatest Hits.

The room is decent, and fits my oversized cabinet, which Mum insisted we purchase once she saw that my previous roomie-for-life had a real cabinet, versus my stackable Tupperware boxes. Perhaps she felt lacking in parental ability for not sending me with actual furniture. I hope she feels compensated by the fact that Alisha’s mother soon sent a set of dishes, which I had originally brought and Alisha had not.

So the cabinet and all of the other over-packed items fit, and Claire will still fit, and she’ll hopefully feel that I have left her a fair amount of living space. And not crowded the walls with lame posters/ photos, which was hard to do, considering the density of the bricks here. I may have to use a hammer and nails to get my delicious Orangina poster on the wall.

Speaking of yummy-ness, I have a ridiculous amount of food here. Not snacks, but FOOD. I recently prepared and froze some crab cakes and dip for school. Then I visited the seafood market and was loaded with smoked fish and soup. My freezer is about a square half-foot in size, and works as efficiently as a half-foot. The following illustration demonstrates my predicament:


As you can see, the fish won’t fit, my roommate (not an accurate physical representation) thinks I’m nuts, and my hair is exploding. I’ve fixed the first two problems by storing it all in the communal Frigidaire downstairs. Now the whole dorm will know I’m quite mad, as the wild hair suggests (though I am looking into a new line of mousses, never fear).

So I guess I’ve survived the first day alone in the dorm, even after having to search for my eco-friendly, lemonade-smelling, all-purpose cleaner for 40 minutes. (There’s no way I’m sleeping on that mattress without cleaning it with something). More exciting tales will follow.