Planning...next time
Next time, we're planning. Somehow my suite ended up with four refrigerators and no television. There was a grandoise plan to stock the fridges with food and have a veritable produce section in our suite. There are two fridges plugged in and a microwave that boils water in 30 seconds. It's not quite the same.
The common room is a crazy acid trip of a room. There's a plaid chair, a red chair, a lime green chair, a forest green futon and a rainbow carpet. Everyone brought their different colored furniture without really consulting with each other. Instead of being funky and rainbow, it's a blinding cacophany to the sight. Boys walk into the room and strike an expression I'm now very familiar with it. It's the look of, "This is the best that girls could do?" Yes, it really is. I know that boys are supposed to be the colorblind ones, and I guarantee you that if they weren't when they entered, they are when they leave.
I brought my hodgepodge of posters that somehow came out as artistic in my old room. I made a multi-level collage type thing on an open wall. When lined up next to each other, though, they look like they were collected by someone with some sort of disorder. Every once in a while someone makes a valiant after to shift the posters around and make them look a little less crazy. It's a futile effort.
There's also a giant painting. It won't stick to the wall. It rests on the top of the futon, instead. Occasionally it falls. On people. The girl sitting on the opposite side of the room will yell, "Painting!" and the futon victim puts up a shielding arm. And then the screen will spontaneously pop out of the window. Overall, the room a frenetic hodgepodge that's attacking us at every opportunity.
In short, sometimes girls simply fail putting a room together.
The common room is a crazy acid trip of a room. There's a plaid chair, a red chair, a lime green chair, a forest green futon and a rainbow carpet. Everyone brought their different colored furniture without really consulting with each other. Instead of being funky and rainbow, it's a blinding cacophany to the sight. Boys walk into the room and strike an expression I'm now very familiar with it. It's the look of, "This is the best that girls could do?" Yes, it really is. I know that boys are supposed to be the colorblind ones, and I guarantee you that if they weren't when they entered, they are when they leave.
I brought my hodgepodge of posters that somehow came out as artistic in my old room. I made a multi-level collage type thing on an open wall. When lined up next to each other, though, they look like they were collected by someone with some sort of disorder. Every once in a while someone makes a valiant after to shift the posters around and make them look a little less crazy. It's a futile effort.
There's also a giant painting. It won't stick to the wall. It rests on the top of the futon, instead. Occasionally it falls. On people. The girl sitting on the opposite side of the room will yell, "Painting!" and the futon victim puts up a shielding arm. And then the screen will spontaneously pop out of the window. Overall, the room a frenetic hodgepodge that's attacking us at every opportunity.
In short, sometimes girls simply fail putting a room together.
posted by Meredith at 10:52 PM
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