celebrity status

Having my job is really strange. Especially for someone like me with a fairly severe and long lasting inferiority complex. People that I've only met once or twice briefly call me by name whenever they see me because they have to remember my name, I'm an important person for them to know. It's so strange to have people say your name where ever you are and not to necessarily be able to return the favor. But let's be honest, that's partially why I took this job. I thought it'd be good for me to be in this position, where I know what's going on, where it's normal for people to know me. It's strange, but not quite in a bad way.

pranks

My roommate likes to play pranks on people. Last semester, she taped newspaper to my door frame, then stuffed the space between it and my door full of packing peanuts. I caught her that time, she's never been caught before. She wasn't my roommate then, so catching her was a pretty big deal.
This semester she stole my keys, as you can see here. Picked them right out of my pocket, no less. You see, I don't like to stuff them all the way into my pocket because it gets too bulky. So I leave the lanyard sticking out and it's all knotted up and stuff. And at the time I was wearing my kakis which have side pockets instead of front ones, so they fall out all the time when I'm on the couch.
Anyway, she came back to my room and did the following:










She put my poor little Serta sheep in prison. Doesn't he look so sad. The prison is her Fencing mask, in case you were curious.


I, of course thought this was hilarious.



Just like when a few weeks later, Helen brought home a chef's hat from work, and then the next day I found this:

I think he's adorable. Probably the best he's looked.

Yes, it's fun to have a pranking roommate. The other night I had stayed up rather late finishing a book that had me bawling at the end (which I haven't done in quite awhile, it was refreshing), so I was pretty drained in the morning when I had to wake up to open the doors. Little did I know that during the night (she works from 7pm-4am most nights) she had decorated my door yet again.


So when I opened my door in the morning, all the toilet paper fell into my room. I stood there for probably two minutes just figuring out how to get out of there. You can't see it really well, but she taped seran wrap to the frame and wrote on it backwards, so I had all these messages to read from the inside of my door standing in toilet paper up to my ankles. I felt loved in a tired sort of way.

So when I finally got out, I got her back. I knew she had only been sleeping for a few hours, so I figured she wouldn't wake up when I went into her room. If I hadn't dropped her camera charger right by her head, she wouldn't have woken up and things would have been perfect. She would've had just as nice of a surprise when she woke up as I did. As it was, she still didn't know what was going on. So I guess the pay back was successful.

I like college!