Well, this is the morning that I move off to college, and since my mother and I are the only people that like to get anything early done, we’re 15 minutes late leaving and we probably won’t leave for another half hour.
This is one reason I am glad I’m moving. I don’t have to wait on two sloths (Dad and Princess Sister) to go anywhere.
I probably met my roommate at orientation, but I cannot remember her for the life of me. Things I know about her:
She’s red haired.
She’s taller than I am.
She likes the color purple. A LOT. The purple can stay on her side of the room.
I have packed 18 years into a bunch of cardboard boxes. A couple of things that I’m taking with me that are not necessities are:
My mandolin.
My Beatles poster.
My Better Than Ezra shrine.
I don’t know how long I’m going to be offline, since I have a new computer and the university wants to play with it before I connect to my T3 line (yaaay!) Just don’t miss me too much while I’m gone.
So, how was your moving day when you went to college? Did you like your roommate? How did you decorate your dorm room/apartment?
It was a beautiful late-summer day in Ithaca, NY, crystal-clear and warm. I was there on my own, because I was from Northern California and the 'rents decided that seeing me off at the airport gate would suffice. I actually got there the day before Moving In Day and stayed in a bed-and-breakfast. For company I had this housefly which I was convinced had been buzzing around my head on the plane and also in the cab to the bed-and-breakfast.
I was 3000 miles from home. I knew basically nobody. I had never been so happy in my life. I got my room key. I realized that I’d been putting the wrong room number on the boxes I was shipping from CA and that everything was being delivered to somebody else. Oops. Okay, I have now Met People in my dorm. My RA stopped by the room. I sat in one of the skinny Gothic windows and watched people unload station wagons and carry their lives up flights of stairs.
Eventually my roommate showed up, and he turned out to be the biggest freak I have ever known, and not in a good way neither. But that led to me spending as little time in my dorm as possible, and as a result I made the friends and joined the groups that turned me into the man I am today. Some of whom I still hang out with almost 15 years later. So a big shout-out to E.H., who spoke maybe 10 words to me a week and listened to Pink Floyd’s The Wall over and over and over all year.
Congrats on the new adventure, Nocturne. You’ll never be the same. Drop us a line when you get the chance.
My freshman roommate was, how shall I say it… a bit “Pollyanna”…
A very sweet girl, just frustratingly innocent. Not exactly naive, because she was very well informed and aware of what went on in the world… just didn’t have a mean bone in her [saying darn was “okay”, but “crap” made her blush]. She had this weird fascination with Buzz Lightyear, too… had the sheets, a few dolls, this weird car-cup thing [a straw coming out of Buzz’s head] and such [but who am I to talk with my Powerpuff girls shirts?]. Sometimes I thought she just wanted to be 8 years old again, but she had a boyfriend…
I decorated my side of the room with about a hundred postcards I have from gallery exhibitions and a few small prints. Some of the postcards scared her. ::rolleyes::
This is why last year and this year I am living in a single dorm room. No compromising on the temp. No feeling guilty about being messy. No discussing on furniture arraignment. My music, my TV, my crazy schedule, my boy-toys 
Congrats on going off to school, Nocturne! From the pictures that I’ve seen, the UA campus looks absolutely gorgeous. 
As for your mandolin, your Beatles poster,and your Better Than Ezra shrine not being necessities… well, that’s simply not true. Anything that makes your dorm room more of a home and less of just a place you have to live in, anything that brings you happiness and makes you feel comfortable during the transition from home to college is a necessity. So, although Bernie the World Traveling Beanie Baby, my Maxfield Parrish prints, and a small bottle of lavender oil may seem like wastes of space to other people, I need them in my room.
Let us know how moving day goes and what you think of your tall, red-headed, purple-loving roommate.
Actually, it went rather smoothly, even though we ended up leaving 90 minutes later than first planned and my family can drive me ABSOLUTELY CRAZY sometimes.
I like my roommate and the other two suitemates…I think we’re going to get along fine. My roommate and I are definitely different…I’m more artsy and freakish, she’s more cutesy and cuddled-with-boyfriend. But hey, she’s cool. And nice.
I ended up running into some guys I met at orientation, and one of them invited me to chill with him and his roommate, so I stayed in their room until past midnight.
My internet connection finally kicked on about 15 minutes ago. I’m mostly moved in…the thing is, I’m going to 11:00 Mass tomorrow and I packed VERY FEW nice things, so I was scrambling trying to throw an outfit together. I think I’m going to have to call mom in the morning and tell her to bring up a couple of dresses tomorrow. (We live 45 minutes away; my parents are coming tomorrow with some things we forgot to get.)
Anyhow, my roommate has abandoned me for the night and gone home. My best friends that live in the boys’ dorm across the parking lot have gone partying…so I’m just going to kill a little time before I fall asleep.
Hey Nocturne:) Dave and I are back from getting Dave drunk.
You can see him here as soon as the page loads.
I will refrain from drawing upon massive amounts of negative memories (and thus making you sad) by not recounting moving day. Suffice it to say that my family was not universally supportive of my efforts.