I went to the kitchen as a means to not only replace the smell, but also the taste with a nice bowl of cereal, while I practice my writing skills. Little did I know, I had to go through with...dumpster diving. It's like I unnecessarily planned to be a social bug zapper. But at least it isn't for very bad money. Earned $100 out of the deal.
I wonder exactly how many rebels had to go through with this themselves. For all I know, this might just be a moment of hazing. Then again, how many freshmen who got hazed on their day of college actually got paid for it?
Back at the dorm, I realized exactly how much of an outlier I truly am when it comes to hygiene. Nobody takes care of themselves. Not even a single shower. I feel like I have a private shower sometimes. But enough about that. I rushed near the nearest Lime Tree in order to finally turn on my radio station, and Radio Blondie commenced all over again...along with various others in the area. Oy!
Well, if I am going to stick with this for a majority of time, I may as well take a Charisma class for $400. En route, I took on the act of snapping pictures for my Everyday Moments collection. I have one of cup of tea, one of Che Justice, just very candid moments of the dorm as I have come to know it.
So, if there is something that I wouldn't have expected from my peers, it is their inability to...fix food for themselves. They are all standing outside feeling very hungry, so I took it upon myself to buy them some groceries. It wasn't till someone generous actually offered to cook. I thought maybe I would come and cook for myself as well. Until...
(BOOM!) A fire! But...what the...thank goodness someone is there to put it out before the firemen came along. It is way too bad that this resulted in us still not eating. :-\ Hopefully, they still trust me in the kitchen afterwards.
