So long folks!

After writing about my roommates for weeks and weeks, I cannot help but make my last post a contemplation on my situation. I had vast amounts of fun recounting some of the most bizarre happenings in my life. Although a seemingly blithe topic, living with a bunch of girls in close quarters has been an important part of my life. My days at university have almost come to an end and I am definitely sad. It was a fun emotional roller coaster ride that now seems too short.

Maybe it graduation depression, but I hardly think that it will get any better than what it’s been. My blog permanently (I hope) captures the carelessness and lightheartedness that one can hardly experience once he goes out into the world to fend for himself. I hope things, don’t change much, but I am a realist not an optimist and know relationships crumble under the pressure of time, connections erode and friendships become fond memories. I hope I am wrong.

Public Indecency

There is one event that really wreaks havoc on a student’s daily routine and that is power outage. In 1330/1332, this year’s four hour power outage was doused in alcohol and smothered in laughter. We had fun with it. Ok, most of us had fun with it. I could never resent a cause for procrastination, but the same does not apply for Rapunzel. She had a major midterm on the next morning and really needed to spend some time staring at a computer screen. 

Aurora and I had just started a major project for an important business course when the computer lab we had barricaded went dark. We were in the basement and I was thinking of all the horror movie trailers I wish I had never seen. After reuniting with my princesses we decided that the best way to wait out the return of power was to secure a picnic table in the yard and have an impromptu party in the dark. Unplanned moments like these end up being the most fun of my student days. God bless unreliable electrical systems!

Let’s go Cray Cray!

I hope it doesn’t happen only in my room. I mean, it’s healthy. You need to release the pent up energy your body has stored while your mind has belabored a 14-page paper, homework, and presentation preparations. You sit and type, your spine bent in an inverse-J shape and at some point it just becomes too much. You need to let loose and just move. It always seems like the breaking point comes around 2am in the morning. Last night it was 2:06.

 
All three of us, Tiana, Snow White and I, had long past that breaking point. There is only one way to really satisfy your body’s urges and that is to minimize all the open windows on my laptop (my sound is the loudest), open a browser (the one I had been previously using was overflowing with tabs already), go to YouTube and play Outcast’s “Shake it.” The next step is the most important one, to follow the instructions and shake it like a Polaroid picture. All three of us jumped up from our awkward positions and really shook it for the five minutes and three seconds that the song lasts. Then we resumed our previous states of discomfort and continued studying. Weird but efficacious recipe for student survival.

A Monster Breaches the Confines of Our Kingdom

Oh, the fright! What a fight!

It was epic and scary

and resulted in a death more than extraordinary. 

On a dark and stormy Wednesday a beast, with a flagrant disregard to our wishes, imposed on our peace. The evil and grisly creature entered our domicile and scared all of the princesses that were at home in that particular moment. Unsuspecting, we had been going about our business painting our nails or plucking our eyebrows, while a scary distorted insect flew through the window. 

Unsurprisingly, the room was filled with screams that would make both Adele and Mariah Carey jealous. Instead of planning a counter attack, we unanimously, as if having planned it in advanced executed a perfectly orchestrated retreat. Yet the malevolent beast followed our every step. Little by little, we proceeded towards the entrance of our room, the furthest point from the window it had entered from.

At that point, Snow White came home from a lecture. With a mighty roar of laughter she made fun of our girlish behavior and jumped into battle with the insect. It quickly met its demise – a well-worn slipper.  

Click-clack, Pitter-patter

I bet it is no fun to permanently share a room with Rapunzel. But, really, only Belle and Aurora can actually testify to that. In the summers I spent in the USA with Rapunzel living in the same room I didn’t get to experience the full brunt of her most terrible characteristic, there are reasons for that but I will not go into detail about why. 

Rapunzel, the wondrous creature of nature that she is has one major flaw – her typing. It is impossible really to think how it is possible for her roommates to sleep at one of the not-so-rare occasions when she needs to write paper late at night or is engrossed in chatting with some mystery person. It is her wonderful nails really. I have no clue as to how she hasn’t been contacted by any of the nail-polish producers to model their products. When people say “tough as nails,” it is Rapunzel’s nails they have in mind. That is why, any time one of her ten exceptionally hard nails makes contact with her laptop keyboard, the sound produced strongly resembles the breaking of bones. She actually destroyed her previous keyboard with those same nails. Those nails were the cause of the demise of her previous keyboard. She was so harsh on it that it looked like the teeth of a beat up old mobster.