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?
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