All we want to do is eat your brains (we're not unreasonable, I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes).
I just got from UMaine three hours or so ago. Phew. What a long week. This entry is best done with pictures.
This was home. It's also where I'll probably wind up in the fall. It's not bad, it's new-ish, but I liked the older halls better. Perhaps next year I'll get into one of them. In the mean time, it's not bad, I never had to wait for a bathroom (at least, this week, but the dorm was still pretty full housing about hundred and fifty. My floor was completely full up).
The room. Small, but not intolerable, especially if you kept the door open. However, this meant people could poke their heads in whenever. Night one, I got sucked into playing manhunt when half the first floor boys came popping into our rooms and hid so well, no one found me and I stayed in place for half an hour before stalking back into the dorm a little less than pleased. The student assisstants (SAs from here on in) would also pop up to see if you needed help. One night, ours (roomie Shannon and I were in the same group, Group F) was checking up (his name was James) and one of the other SAs (Eli) was following him around and they just came right in. Two days later some guy just comes rockin' into the room and toys with my music then picks up my coat to read it. Then walks off, not a word. See the record in the window? Yeah. Remember that, I'll explain further down.
Town! Don't blink or you'll miss it.
This was what I saw every morning. Someone clearly set their priorities straight on this sign. I love them for it.
The church next door was having an art show and they wrapped all these things around the trees on their property. Pretty!
Speaker. Rob Shetterly. Was in the focus group. He thought my Strummer shirt was cool.
So I was a big joiner this week, odd, but it was pretty fun. Here's walking to play ultimate frisbee. I didn't mean to wind up playing, I was going to spend some quiet time stitching, but the second I sat down, someone missed the frisbee and Eli saw me and was all "come play!". So. I did.
And then afterwards I saw this:
Oh, why hallo thar, wot's all this then? I checked in both, directions, grabbed my bag and promptly hopped down the hill, stripped and jumped in to the river.
Yeah, river. In my skivvies. After five minutes of privacy, here comes all the boys and I freaked and fled, pulling my clothes on as I went. Got back to the room dripping wet. I'd only known Shannon four days and she didn't seem too surprised. Not sure if that's good or bad. Ha. :3
I met several girls who are all hardcore Anime Boston folks. We swapped the cosplay and con talk. Then, that guy who called me on my Caboose sweatshirt? Yeah, he's one freakin' neat dude. His name's Joe, but I went calling him Simmons for a few days (he made with the maroon) and then I found out he'd been referring to me as Tex. Thought that was cool.
So, the record. This was the weird thing for the week, kind of. I went browsing through town and found it and had to have it because it's a real two-tone punk gem. The Specials self-titled released, first edition American. Then Simmons and I got to talking and wandered into the focus group and I got a three dollar gift certificate for going to the group (everyone did, that was the prime motivation, I guess).
I should also mention Eli, because the first time I bumped into him outside the building: a) I thought he was a freshman and b) he checked me right the hell out, which was a wee bit unnerving 'cos he's kind of cute. Then I find out he's one of the SAs (sophmore, though). Then he and James didn't really barge in, but they came in and Eli asked about the Crass jacket (I might have to get rid of it, it causes naught but trouble...all I could think about was that Shannon had used my hamper to prop open the door again and the whole world was going to get a nice look at my undies and I realized it just then). Then the frisbee thing (doesn't count, though, I think...). Then the study group thing.
My group got amalgous with another group or two for a study session that I felt obligated to go to because instead of telling the kids to go to an SA about help with the big reading of the night, the teacher put down my name. What. The. Hell. Someone pointed out that I got the stupid gift certificate and I said whoever wanted it could have it because I didn't have time to use it. So Eli and James were hand up pretty quick and I said it wasn't with me, it's downstairs in a record. Situation follows as:
James: In a record?
Eli: Ah ha! But do you know where the record is?
James: ...
Eli: It's in her room in the windowsill, ha, I know, I've been in there.
Entire Room: O_O
Ro: O_O'
James: What the --
Eli: No, no, I went around with you and we went in the...
James: Man, you're not coming anymore.
Eli: ...
Random Girl: Awkward turtle...
I dove for cover for the next day. Then today:
Dad: Who's that guy waving?
Ro: oh god Hm, student assistant.
Eli: Bye! Have a good summer, see you in the fall!
Dad: Oh. Why's he waving?
Ro: I think he's been hitting on me.
Dad: That's good.
Ro: *eyebrow raise* any other parent...would have not said that
But it wasn't just me. Shannon noticed too. We got a laugh out of it. Also, I stole home to break the faculty shut out during the softball game by stealing home. We still got our asses whupped though. Pathetic.
And there's all the drama for the week. I sleep or something now.
This was home. It's also where I'll probably wind up in the fall. It's not bad, it's new-ish, but I liked the older halls better. Perhaps next year I'll get into one of them. In the mean time, it's not bad, I never had to wait for a bathroom (at least, this week, but the dorm was still pretty full housing about hundred and fifty. My floor was completely full up).
The room. Small, but not intolerable, especially if you kept the door open. However, this meant people could poke their heads in whenever. Night one, I got sucked into playing manhunt when half the first floor boys came popping into our rooms and hid so well, no one found me and I stayed in place for half an hour before stalking back into the dorm a little less than pleased. The student assisstants (SAs from here on in) would also pop up to see if you needed help. One night, ours (roomie Shannon and I were in the same group, Group F) was checking up (his name was James) and one of the other SAs (Eli) was following him around and they just came right in. Two days later some guy just comes rockin' into the room and toys with my music then picks up my coat to read it. Then walks off, not a word. See the record in the window? Yeah. Remember that, I'll explain further down.
Town! Don't blink or you'll miss it.
This was what I saw every morning. Someone clearly set their priorities straight on this sign. I love them for it.
The church next door was having an art show and they wrapped all these things around the trees on their property. Pretty!
Speaker. Rob Shetterly. Was in the focus group. He thought my Strummer shirt was cool.
So I was a big joiner this week, odd, but it was pretty fun. Here's walking to play ultimate frisbee. I didn't mean to wind up playing, I was going to spend some quiet time stitching, but the second I sat down, someone missed the frisbee and Eli saw me and was all "come play!". So. I did.
And then afterwards I saw this:
Oh, why hallo thar, wot's all this then? I checked in both, directions, grabbed my bag and promptly hopped down the hill, stripped and jumped in to the river.
Yeah, river. In my skivvies. After five minutes of privacy, here comes all the boys and I freaked and fled, pulling my clothes on as I went. Got back to the room dripping wet. I'd only known Shannon four days and she didn't seem too surprised. Not sure if that's good or bad. Ha. :3
I met several girls who are all hardcore Anime Boston folks. We swapped the cosplay and con talk. Then, that guy who called me on my Caboose sweatshirt? Yeah, he's one freakin' neat dude. His name's Joe, but I went calling him Simmons for a few days (he made with the maroon) and then I found out he'd been referring to me as Tex. Thought that was cool.
So, the record. This was the weird thing for the week, kind of. I went browsing through town and found it and had to have it because it's a real two-tone punk gem. The Specials self-titled released, first edition American. Then Simmons and I got to talking and wandered into the focus group and I got a three dollar gift certificate for going to the group (everyone did, that was the prime motivation, I guess).
I should also mention Eli, because the first time I bumped into him outside the building: a) I thought he was a freshman and b) he checked me right the hell out, which was a wee bit unnerving 'cos he's kind of cute. Then I find out he's one of the SAs (sophmore, though). Then he and James didn't really barge in, but they came in and Eli asked about the Crass jacket (I might have to get rid of it, it causes naught but trouble...all I could think about was that Shannon had used my hamper to prop open the door again and the whole world was going to get a nice look at my undies and I realized it just then). Then the frisbee thing (doesn't count, though, I think...). Then the study group thing.
My group got amalgous with another group or two for a study session that I felt obligated to go to because instead of telling the kids to go to an SA about help with the big reading of the night, the teacher put down my name. What. The. Hell. Someone pointed out that I got the stupid gift certificate and I said whoever wanted it could have it because I didn't have time to use it. So Eli and James were hand up pretty quick and I said it wasn't with me, it's downstairs in a record. Situation follows as:
James: In a record?
Eli: Ah ha! But do you know where the record is?
James: ...
Eli: It's in her room in the windowsill, ha, I know, I've been in there.
Entire Room: O_O
Ro: O_O'
James: What the --
Eli: No, no, I went around with you and we went in the...
James: Man, you're not coming anymore.
Eli: ...
Random Girl: Awkward turtle...
I dove for cover for the next day. Then today:
Dad: Who's that guy waving?
Ro: oh god Hm, student assistant.
Eli: Bye! Have a good summer, see you in the fall!
Dad: Oh. Why's he waving?
Ro: I think he's been hitting on me.
Dad: That's good.
Ro: *eyebrow raise* any other parent...would have not said that
But it wasn't just me. Shannon noticed too. We got a laugh out of it. Also, I stole home to break the faculty shut out during the softball game by stealing home. We still got our asses whupped though. Pathetic.
And there's all the drama for the week. I sleep or something now.