Hearing Things

Internet, if we're ever had any sort of conversation where my dorm comes up then you've probably heard me complain about the noise. That being said the actual walls of the dorm are pretty good about blocking most sound, when I complain its about the noise from the other side of the door, so more specifically the hall.

Well about 30 minutes ago I start hearing really faint music from the wall behind me. In order to emphasize how faint it was: it was so faint that if I didn't recognize a tune I wouldn't have heard it at all. So, in other words if I didn't recognize this particle tune, my mind would have written it off. Alright, so it's a tune I recognize-- well it only gets weirder from there. Once I started hearing it, it took awhile to convince myself I wasn't going completely crazy. I could only hear music itself even couple of minutes (with didn't add to that whole not-crazy thing) because of how quiet it was and it took a couple of times for me to place where I recognized it from:

Donnie Darko

And, aside from Mad World (which was not the tune I identified) there isn't anything that stands out on the soundtrack; its just orchestral type, soundtrack stuff, also generally not that loud. I listen to the soundtrack somewhat regularly which is how I can even place it at all. Okay. Donnie Darko. It turns out my neighbor is watching the movie and even though I can barely hear it I was able to place it. 

A little sad? Maybe, but at least I'm not going crazy.

Me Again

Now that the stories over it back to "regular" blogging, well at least I normal as I can actually be...

If there's one nice thing about having all of my lectures on Tuesday and Thursday, its that after a long Thursday my week's over. I still hate Thursday mind you, (Yeah thats right, Thursday, I'm not letting you off the hook this easily) but its nice that my weekend has know officially started. Now I can get over this cold and do a bunch of homework (doesn't that sound charming).

One nice perk of this weekend is that I'll be staying up in Pomona so I can actually get some work done. Since when I go home for the weekend I get absolutely nothing accomplished. And tomorrow I'll be meeting with my potential D&D group. Yay! I hope that that turns out.

Vlog the First

Emma this is for you. I decided to make it something a little different. Also, this probably won't be a common format for updates as it takes a little longer than just writing something, although it is fun.

I'm back ya'll!

I know, I know it's been awhile since I've posted something. And that last point wasn't really anything spectacular. So, now in my second quarter of college... I'm back and intend to post more regularly (although I think I've said that before).

Anyhow, I'm back at school and I have a lot to talk about.

I bought a  bottle of Lipton tea today. And let me tell you I was excited-- they actually sold a bottle of unsweetened, non-flavored tea. Because I'm weird about how I drink my tea, I like it weak, unsweetened, and cold... just about the opposite of how normal people drink their tea. So, anyway back to this bottle of tea; I like reading labels. Seriously, if its printed on the bottle I'm going to read it: nutritional information, ingredients, package size information, comments about the product, whatever... So again back to the bottle, I was looking at the ingredient list and the only thing listed other than "brewed tea from Lipton tea leaves" is citric acid. Hmm.. citric acid... oh wait! it then tells me in parenthesizes what its for (although I must say that I do like when they do this) and again I'll quote the bottle, it, "provides tartness." To provide tartness-- I don't know about the rest of the world but I do not want my tea to be "tart." Thank you very much Lipton but I would prefer to have my tea unsweetened and untarted. That's not too much to ask for right?

You know what don't answer that.

Dorm Sweet Dorm

First off-- I'm a terrible blogger. I should be posting more but I keep putting it off. Well,  sometimes I wonder whether my day to day activities are even interesting to read. But, since I do enjoy blogging... on to the semi-interesting life of Meyr.

This past Thursday was Thanksgiving. Which means family, turkey, going home, and days off school. And it was fantastic. Although I didn't realize that in going home I had gotten so used to the humidity here. It was weird that my body was having trouble adjusting to the dry conditions. Although in two weeks I'll have finished my first quarter here and I'll be back home again. On that note finals are next week, so I likely won't be blogging very much in these next two weeks.

For now, I'm back in my dorm. Although I wish I didn't actually have to leave it to go to class.

Cinderella

With my Guild on WoW I "raid" (read: get together and cooperatively play video games with friends) on Sunday evenings. So this particular evening I walked to get food before we started. And to do this I walk up two set of statirs in order to get to the Dinning Commons, this is ignoring the stairs I go down just to get out of  my dorm building. The first set of stairs is a longer set while the second is only a few steps.  But this story is not about my journey to get to the Commons.

This is a story about leaving the Commons. I walk out the door and reach that second set of stairs. As I step down the first step I don't manage to simply "lose" my shoe on the step all Cinderella style-- I literally kick my shoe down the remaining steps. Very graceful. 

And to clarify if you're wondering how the shoe came off in the first place this is what it looks like:

And yes, I do wear socks with my flats. Deal with it.

Double Trouble

As some of you may already know, my roommates are identical twin sisters. Fortunately when I met them for the first time and up until now Meli had her highlights in her naturally dark hair that made distinguishing her and Wendy easy. About couple of days ago Meli mentioned that she wanted to dye her hair black. Since then I've been dreading the time when she actually does it-- because I'd like to be able to still tell them apart. Turns out last night when she was visiting home she went ahead and did it. I was asleep when she got back to the dorm so I found out this morning:

As we were getting dressed and ready for classes I saw one of them using the mirror on Meli's closet-- I saw black hair so I assumed it was Wendy since her closer doesn't have a mirror. As I'm putting my shoes on I end up starring absently at her feet-- boots.... hmm, must me Meli now at the mirror, they must have switched. As I look up from putting on my converse I notice the change in hair color and that it was Meli there the entire time (queue the Darth Vader "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" in my head).

It could have been worse though, Wendy's boyfriend was also here around that point and he was trying to kiss the wrong sister goodbye. Whoops.

Dorm Room

Now that school is in full swing I had a busy week, and thus no new posts. So in an effort to appease my couple of readers I have..... a post with lots of pictures!

Dorm rooms are generally tiny, and let me tell you that mine is no acceptation to that rule. I share my new home with two other girls-- twin sisters actually. And while my dad was determined that I am the messiest person on the planet, I believe that I am actually the neatest resident in room 333.

View from the door way:

My bed:

My desk:

My dresser:

My closet:

What I really need for my room is some sort of decoration, I have a lot of empty and white wall space. I also don't really have any pictures printed out. In the wall behind my desk you can see the only picture I have here with me and pinned to the cork board the dinning schedule. Also, on a side note anyone who also reads Emma's blog (Pink Rose, linked on the sidebar) might notice that our bed's look awfully similar-- the robots were intentional; however, the bedspread was not. And when we found out it led to many "lols" and "great-minds-think-alike" comments.

(While changing and experimenting with hosting pictures on Flickr I screwed up some of the links. Sorry about all the edits.)

Ruby Red Slippers

I’ve spent the last couple of weeks shopping for and deciding what I’m going to bring to college with me. Before I set about writing this I’ve been working on a composite, alphabetical, and check list of things I’m bringing in another week and a half. This list is a combination of me wanting (or more-- needing) to be prepared and the fact that I like making lists—especially check lists). As I was adding slippers to my list the fact that I’m moving out suddenly hit me. Before it always seemed like a date forever in the future it was an empty feeling. But “slippers” is where things really changed. I think that that is because when ever I make packing lists for trips I always want to add items that make me feel comfortable and at home, but they always get cut from the list either in the preliminary stages or in the “Oh, no! There’s no more room in the suitcase!” stage. My slippers are commonly that item cause I love wearing them in the winter but they can be somewhat large. As I’m typing, however, I begin to think:

Slippers. Hmm, I’ll wear slippers—I can bring them. It’ll be more like home. Wait, this place is going to be my home.

That’s how it sunk in, that in no time at all I’ll be living in a tiny room with two other girls and that will be “home”.

There’s no place like home.