hello, livejournal.
I am an RA this year, and I would be lying if I said it wasn't taking over a huge part of my life. It's like a pre-packaged group of friend responsibilities...I like my staff, but I wish I could see more of my other friends. Half of my residents like to hide, I think. The other half love me. Apparently I am the "hot RA" . . . which makes duty walks a lot easier because no one wants to get in trouble with me.
Someone Mario-punched out our elevator lights. Twice. For a good two weeks we rode in the dark as if it were our very own sensory deprivation tank. Then we fixed it with a tap light. Oh, ASU.
Last week my walls were leaking like The Shinning. The blood of virgins was creeping all in my carpet. I had to wet-vac my room 3 times a day to keep it from becoming a fish tank. Solution: They decided to cut a hole in my wall. I don't think they plan on fixing the hole they cut in my wall. So, I guess I will just have to install a safe behind a picture of an equestrian and keep my jewels within. Again...Oh, ASU.
I am personally boycotting bad days--there is no point in letting them get me down.
I got a haircut and a new attitude. Both turned out well.
peace.