Lizzi's Misadventure With Wall Things

So I've been moved in to my dorm for almost two weeks now. My roommate and I are getting to the point where we're just about settled in. (At least I think so. I can't exactly speak for her I guess) We've just recently made some purchases to put the "finishing touches" on the room. You know what I mean; things to make it feel like a new home and not, y'know, extended summer camp.

For me, the homeyness (Wow, I can't believe that's an actual word) comes in way of posters, wall scrolls, bulletin board... Wall things. For the past week and a half the walls on my half of the room have been terribly bare. And it has been DRIVING ME CRAZY. I left home without wall things, thinking I could survive for a while without them, but realize now that it was a terrible mistake.

You laugh, but this has been causing me much undue stress and anxiety.

Luckily, my house house isn't that far from where I'm going to school, so I was able to fill the void in my life relatively quickly. I definitely didn't have any underlying motives when going home for a visit, what are you talking about? Gee, what a terrible person you are. You should fix that. Anyway, stop distracting me; I'm trying to write a blog!

So I finally got to bring some wall things to the room. The best part of it all was that my mum bought me some Command Strips to hang them up since we can't use nails or tape on the walls in the dorms. This was my face: :D I was almost as happy as when she bought me that set of coasters I'd had my eye on. But that's a different story. Anyway, so I was all ready to hang up my wall things with my brand new Command Strips. Things started promising. After some struggle and fancy math (Using a tape measure counts, right?) I was able to hang up my bulletin board. Bam. Two other wall things didn't even need Command Strips, so they were up soon after. Bam bam.

I was hanging the last poster when things went south. It wasn't that it wouldn't hang; it did! But when I stepped back I realized that the poster was a little higher than I wanted it to be (I'm OCD like that). Naturally, it had to come down.

Well, Command Strips are sticky. I know, duh. That's their one purpose. But I was determined, so I yanked it until it eventually came off the wall... Taking paint with it. I stared at the new brown spot on the wall for a moment, taking in what just happened and realizing that I live in a brand spankin' new dorm and just ripped brand spankin' new paint off the walls. COOL. Naturally, a mini-meltdown was in order. Complete with talking to myself in a blubbery frantic voice.

Needless to say, in my new terror of Command Strips, I haven't been able to hang up that poster. It's sitting against my closet with only a case of water bottles to keep it company, and it breaks my heart (and makes me a little twitchy) whenever I look at it. My room isn't really complete, and that poster in the corner is a reminder of that. A constant. Reminder.

Also, on a slightly less-important note, I'd like to offer some advice: When making Blizzard excursions to Dairy Queen when it's dark out, do watch out for college kids in cars. Because they drive like shit.

That didn't give you conversation whiplash too bad, right?

Old (Nerdy) Soul

So, move-in weekend on campus.

I'm very excited to be starting my college life, but it may not seem like it based on my activity the last couple days. I guess you could say I've been a little bit introverted. Not terribly, mind you. I've talked to lots of people and heard lots of names that I've inevitably forgotten already (That stuff will come with time, I'm sure :P). I've gone to all the rotational sessions that we've needed to attend for important information, buuut....

I haven't really done much on the "activities" side of things. Don't get me wrong, I think it's great that the University makes such an effort to get the new students to be social and have fun before the serious stuff really starts, and I appreciate all the hard work the RAs do to that end. Nonetheless! I've, at least for a few years now, always been kind of an "old soul". I'm not a big activity/ice breaker person.

I came to this Welcome Weekend move-in thing very ecstatic about getting into my new room and getting classes started. Meeting people is very important, yes, and I'm excited to do that too! But I think I'll be able to do plenty of that once, y'know, the actual school starts.

All these activities kind of make me feel like I'm in summer camp. Believe me, I know how nerdy I sound when I say I'm excited to the point of butterflies about getting new textbooks and going to class. But that's just how I am! I'm a nerd. One with an old soul who'd probably rather be studying or sleeping than eating otter pops at midnight.

Then again, some could probably argue that I'm a cranky bent-over old woman instead of the much wiser-sounding "old soul" title I've chosen to go with. Suppose it depends on your perspective on camp activities. :P Anyway, just some thoughts! I promise I'm happy to be here! 

But hm, old soul or snarly old lady? I guess it's a fine line I'm treading here. I'll let you guys make your own verdicts I suppose. :)

Automated Emails and Moo-la

I suppose automated emails DO have a purpose, but they're a little confusing to me... At least, the ones that I seem to keep getting. The "Hi! This is an automated email to say that we got your email!" email.

I mean, I guess they're good because they let you know that your email was received, but... Honestly, I'd rather wait a day or two and get an actual response from the person I'm trying to get in touch with than get an automated message saying that they'll get around to responding when they get a chance. Especially when time is, shall we say, of the essence.

To make the title of this post relevant, I guess I should include that the automated email in question is regarding that wonderful thing called money. Don't we all love it? I won't go into details, but it's a very delicate matter, let me say that.

What I will tell you is that having my first real job and making money this summer has shown me how much money I don't have. :P Also, it's made me more of a frugal shopper because it's far too easy to think "Well, I'll just buy one or two things..." and then at the end of the day go, "Holy heart failure, where did my food money go??"

Anyway! Just a little rant. Good to be back. :)