Things I Lack

This afternoon, I moved into the dorms for my summer job. These are supposed to be the new and improved dorms. I have found myself to be lacking:

- New toothbrush Once again I'll have to use the nasty old thing that is still in my bath bin.
- Pillow This typically enhances the sleeping experience. And my hair.
- Iron This typically enhances the ironing board's use.
- Water pressure The shower was kind enough to spit at me while I washed the hair, which reminds me of
- Face wash VERY NECESSARY AND DESIRED.
- Any semblance of control over the climate It's freezing in here, thanks to the automatic heat sensors, which sense my (already lower than normal) body temperature and batter me with invisible ice cubes, a.k.a. the air conditioner.
- Identification of the bug that I squished. I've never seen anything like it.
- Enough room between the bed and the ceiling to actually have room to sit. My bed is not only lofted above the desk, but it has also been hitched up to the highest level, which leaves a steady two feet for me to move around, but not sit up in any proper manner. But here's the kicker: the bed is actually so high that I have a problem with the
- Ladder, which does not actually reach the bed railing by a long shot. I tried climbing on the window sill, but literally could not reach my bed. Visions of me sleeping on a sofa in the lounge danced through my head. Finally I was able to pull the dresser out a few feet, so I can stand up, then HOIST my legs onto the mattress in the sky. To come back down, I have to squish my lungs while sliding through the air to the dresser again. I hope maintenance comes soon.

I may not survive the night.

Notebook & a Mascot

I am officially ready to begin work on my thesis. Sure, I've had two dozen immediate books and as many academic journal articles on the subject for a few months now, but I finally purchased a heifer notebook binder for notes and print-outs. I have storage.

Plus, while going through a box of old toys yesterday, Mum found a bag of non-brandname beanie animals that she intended to give to me when I was sick, presumably in elementary school. Many years later, I have finally chosen the best of the group to serve as my mascot this year, as seen below with the binder:

I have dubbed him "Hippo."

This may not seem creative, but I have also dubbed my thesis "Hippo," which is short for both "hypothesis" and "hippopotamus."

Plus, Hippo is hip because of his technicolor dreamcoat (Hippotamus, not Hippothesis).

I may or may not be sane by the end of this.

Packing

Perhaps it's because my roommate moved out before I. Perhaps it's the closeness I have with the seniors this year. Perhaps it's that time of month.

I have been a melancholic, nostalgic mess all day.

All of my best H3C friends went out for one last time on this perfect summery day for a few hours. Claire and Corey left to pack and go home while the rest of us lingered in town for a bit. Upon my return to campus, I met with a few profs before returning to a rather empty room. Claire had gone.

I sat on the floor and listened to sad songs by Oasis and Ben Folds. Then Mum called and berated me for not getting a second job this summer.

Yeah, I cried.

Saw Alexis's acting final (good job!), went to work, accomplished none of my final assignment (only 500 words and my God, it still isn't done), and came back to eat and pack. Instead, I ate and watched the SERIES finale of Scrubs.

And I cried.

Watched The Office for some cheap laughs, then listened to more Oasis to find a good balance of respectful mellowness. Then listened to happy music and went through old photos, play programs, textbooks, and ringtones.

I have accomplished a small amount of packing. Mostly I've spread EVERYTHING I own across the floor to be reorganized (packing is an all-night thing with me). I also found an old jar of peanut butter that I have craved no fewer than five times since losing it in the linen closet. Still much to do. I'm not in the mood for moving out tomorrow.

I'm kind of a wreck tonight. I like you guys.