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So it's my first 'real' winter of course, and I've learned something new. Boots. Namely, the fashion of boots.
Now, me being me I went for practical. I bought the warmest most comfortable boots I could find. I'm now to be found clumping around the ahlls and streets in a pair of no-longer-white sorels. They look like astronaut boots, which is cool if you still want to be one. Odd on a writer-to-be.
Most girls however, seem to look for the fuzziest boots, or the ones with the most straps/toggles/embroidery. Those are the fake hiking boots people wear when they don't want to die slipping in the snow.
Now for fashion, besides the boots, is pants. Jeans. Well known for soaking cold slushy water up to the knees and above, having them drag can be uncomfortable. In comes 'cuffing.' Though I rarely saw it before moving here, girls commonly cuff their jeans, or roll them, up almost to the knee. Not only does it keep them out of the snow, it also shows off the stylish boots.
Obviously I'm fairly tired and more that a little bored most days, and feet are an easy thing to notice while slunching through the hallways.
On another far less fun note, my room flooded. Except there wasn't any 'flooding' so much as a whole corner of my room turning into a slowly growing carpet swamp.
I got home yesterday as my roomie was about to head out to class, and she asked me if my floor was wet by the dividing wall between our rooms. It seems she'd discovered her floor wet when stepping into a patch of soaked carpet.
So, I headed into my room and very hurridly moved everything that was sitting in the waterlogged corner of my room. A few textbooks will end out smelling funny and wrinkled, but nothing important was lost. I generally use the corner of my room beside the desk, right past the heating panel, to store everything that doens't have a place anywhere else.
So, down we wnet ot the lobby to complain, and they agreed to send up the maitenance guys. I got a half hour visit with the nice maitenance people while waiting for the industrial vacuum to suck most of the chemicals out of the carpet.
It turns out they run some sort of liquid is run through the heaters in the building, and it had started leaking on our floors. Being in the roomwith the panel, I ended up with most of the leakage, though the roomie had a fair bit of it in her room as well. The leak was fixed by the time the man with the vacuum vacuum showed up, though one guy mentioned the tubes needing to be replaced. Thank god I like in res and don't have to actually pay for things like this.
Now there's a slimy patch onmy kitchen floor where the hoses dripped, and a spread of papers and cards set out to dry on the clean portions of my floor. Bu tthe leak seems stopped and the men promised it's biodegradable and won't kill me, so things are good and I got a fair bit of amusement out of the whole thing.
Now, me being me I went for practical. I bought the warmest most comfortable boots I could find. I'm now to be found clumping around the ahlls and streets in a pair of no-longer-white sorels. They look like astronaut boots, which is cool if you still want to be one. Odd on a writer-to-be.
Most girls however, seem to look for the fuzziest boots, or the ones with the most straps/toggles/embroidery. Those are the fake hiking boots people wear when they don't want to die slipping in the snow.
Now for fashion, besides the boots, is pants. Jeans. Well known for soaking cold slushy water up to the knees and above, having them drag can be uncomfortable. In comes 'cuffing.' Though I rarely saw it before moving here, girls commonly cuff their jeans, or roll them, up almost to the knee. Not only does it keep them out of the snow, it also shows off the stylish boots.
Obviously I'm fairly tired and more that a little bored most days, and feet are an easy thing to notice while slunching through the hallways.
On another far less fun note, my room flooded. Except there wasn't any 'flooding' so much as a whole corner of my room turning into a slowly growing carpet swamp.
I got home yesterday as my roomie was about to head out to class, and she asked me if my floor was wet by the dividing wall between our rooms. It seems she'd discovered her floor wet when stepping into a patch of soaked carpet.
So, I headed into my room and very hurridly moved everything that was sitting in the waterlogged corner of my room. A few textbooks will end out smelling funny and wrinkled, but nothing important was lost. I generally use the corner of my room beside the desk, right past the heating panel, to store everything that doens't have a place anywhere else.
So, down we wnet ot the lobby to complain, and they agreed to send up the maitenance guys. I got a half hour visit with the nice maitenance people while waiting for the industrial vacuum to suck most of the chemicals out of the carpet.
It turns out they run some sort of liquid is run through the heaters in the building, and it had started leaking on our floors. Being in the roomwith the panel, I ended up with most of the leakage, though the roomie had a fair bit of it in her room as well. The leak was fixed by the time the man with the vacuum vacuum showed up, though one guy mentioned the tubes needing to be replaced. Thank god I like in res and don't have to actually pay for things like this.
Now there's a slimy patch onmy kitchen floor where the hoses dripped, and a spread of papers and cards set out to dry on the clean portions of my floor. Bu tthe leak seems stopped and the men promised it's biodegradable and won't kill me, so things are good and I got a fair bit of amusement out of the whole thing.