Good Things Come in Sexy Packages

One of the crucial sides of the multilateral dorm life of a student is your relationship with your Resident Assistant. Depending on it, a student’s life can be either a veritable horror story or a happy rainbows and unicorns one. On the topic of unicorns and rainbows, here is a scarily addictive game that features the fore mentioned wonderful things. Since I have already introduced you to my life amongst princesses, I think it is time to tell you about our RA, who I will refer to as Cinderella (not because she is covered in soot 90% of the time or because she has an awesome shoe collection, but because she is a busy bee whose shoulders are encumbered with the heavy burden of being responsible for hormonal young males and females.)

Cinderella is awesome. She plans the best floor parties and is always there at 3:00 am in the morning when you are knocking on her door desperate for a nicotine fix. Not that she runs a cigarettes contraband operation, she is just really understanding of her fellow smokers who sometimes forget to purchase a pack of lung killers. Cinderella has been the RA on our floor for the last two semesters, and she has swiftly become a friend. That is why she more than deserves a mention in this blog. Plus she is a really sexy lady ;)

BAMF!

Buzfeed scores once again. They have managed to distill all the awesome signs that you have found the perfect roommates. 27 Signs You’ve Found The Perfect Roommate is a cool and fun article that I really didn’t need to read, because I already know for a fact my princesses are a perfect match for me. Well, most of the time. They talk about how your connection can be so amazing that you’d rather sacrifice some sleep and stay up late to chat with your roommates.  Living with the right people can make waking up ac can’t-wait experience – a not so easy feat by itself.

Together with all my princesses I have laughed and cried. We share all of our ups and downs, and that makes it easier to pull through another day in this cold harsh football we call planet Earth. Once a person gets deep into existential questions about life, death and the pointlessness of it all, it really matters who you pass your time with. Those people could give you a sense of purpose, because even one smile, no matter how seemingly infinitesimally unimportant it appears to be, matters.

Upsie

It happens to everyone really. And there is no point in feeling bad about it, but I just cannot help it. I screwed up…badly. It is not like it’s the first time, but I am fed up with it. A moment of clumsiness and Snow White’s jewel-encrusted laptop smells like broccoli soup. Is it really my fault that I got ensnared in the long cable running through the middle of our room? Well, kind of, since I put it there for my own selfish internet-craving needs. At least I wasn’t about to eat garlic or onion soup. That could have led to my bloody and gruesome demise. Thank god I am seriously into broccoli. 

Let’s not beat around the bush, accidents/shirt (with no R) happen. It is just the universe’s way of reminding you that you are her plaything and she has you where she wants you – in trouble with a mighty scary princess. You will find out if I manage to escape imminent death if I post something next week. By then I think I am going to try to lay low.

By the way here is a yummy broccoli soup recipe that will make you lick your fingers ;)

Here we go again

It is the start of another week of my experience with living amidst a bunch of wacko princesses. It is anything but boring. It is one of those days, which I cannot make up my mind about, whether I should resent it or love it. One of the princesses scored last night. That is not such a novel occurrence as one might think. What that entails for the princess’s roommates however is a long day of hashing out all the juicy details about the experience. 

I have to admit I am a sucker for details and gossip like any red-blooded female. Those who say otherwise have antifreeze running through their veins or smell like burning clothes, because their pants are on fire since they are big fat (no offence to vivacious women) liars. Since our university is small and everybody knows each other, it is not like everyone is not already talking about who hooked up with whom, how, where and after how many drinks into the night. Truly, no one’s got anything better to do, so I won’t feel any shame in having a front row seat at a show everybody’s talking about. A down side to all the talking and sharing, however is that it takes up quite a while, so all the quality time I could have spent procrastinating is filled up.

Get Ready!

A major part that comes with living with a bunch of princesses is girls’ night out. Those are, most often than not, extremely crazy even according to a bipolar person (I seem to be one of them according to my personal observations, even if I have not yet been diagnosed, bipolars you have my sympathy). But before the explosive results that come from the combination of crazy princess plus alcohol equals mayhem, the preparation process before going out would scare even the most experience-hardened bomb squad. It is loud, hectic, and smells like chemicals and burning hair.

If a stranger happens to wander into a room of girls during prep time, he or she will notice scantily-clad

women wandering aimlessly about. The maybe one could understand what is happening if they could hear what the females shout at each other, however, that is hardly possible as there is loud music blaring in the background. At least that happens in the suite of 1330/1332. Of all the princesses Tiana has the best flat iron. Believe me, it could straighten even the most incontinence-inducing corners of the famous Nürburgring. Shameless me takes advantage of generous Tiana every time I need to have my hair fixed. Aurora has a better earring collection than Tiffany’s and Belle’s make up skills will make Azis weep. But it is not like I don’t reciprocate. There are nights that you could see all of the 1330/1332 princesses owning the spotlight at some random club wearing clothes that come from my wardrobe. And a quick side note here, it feels weirdly good when one of your garments helps a princess score some personal entertainment for the night.

Don't Get Any Ideas...

People don’t appreciate what they have until they lose it. It is a fact of life. I recently stumbled upon something that really made me consider how well off I am when it comes to roommates. I am talking about the article on the famous website Buzzfeed called 23Disgusting Roommate Stories That Will Destroy Your Faith In People. It was a scary experience, open the link at your own discretion. This article could be used in a Harvard research on human nature and how, people are inherently evil. It also goes to show how we sometimes go beyond too far. So far in fact that if going too far is measured in distance, some people would be in another universe.

Here’s what I am talking about. One of the confessions in the article is about how one person peed on his/her roommate’s toothbrush just because they owe that person money. Wow! If only, that was the worst. Another case, explicitly states that the person, who is pissed off by their roommate, purposefully produced flatulence on said roommate’s pillow.