Sitting around for Labor Day
Sep. 1st, 2003 02:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayhapI have ten other people living in this suite with me, which I had been dreading turning into a "Help! Estrogen overload!" situation (there are "Help! Testosterone overload!" situations as well, but they happen to me less commonly for obvious reasons), but so far everyone I've been hanging around with is cool, and by cool, I mean "dorky." I suppose the other four or so people may not be cool, but as they are never around I suspect it doesn't matter. : P
This afternoon, Sarah bounded into our room and meowed, surprising my roommate, Maeve, and causing her to poke herself in the eye with her scissors. She then invited us to have pancakes.
We sat around one of our little tables in our ginormous common area and ate them. Then we started folding the napkins -- the Australian girl (and yes, I don't know half everyone's names yet, as I suck) knows how to fold napkins in many intriguing and beguiling ways, but the best one is so they look like a dead chicken. We searched through cookbooks for recipes with rice vinegar in them, because one girl has a bottle, because she wanted to add the bottle to her collection, and Julia told us about her grandfather, who is most amusing.
Among other things, he drives up to Canada each year, and he once called Julia's mother and left the following message, which I reproduce in its entirety:
"Helen, this is your brother. I mean, father. I can't feel my legs. I'm in Canada. Come get me."
Sarah also showed us some pictures from camp where they cosplayed Harry Potter for the campers. They were great, especially as Ron was female, Harry was black, and Draco was a seven-year-old boy.
I did not go to the West Indian thingy in Brooklyn because a.) I was asleep and b.)![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
satyadasa said I wouldn't like it anyway, and, as it is pouring rain outside, I doubt it is much fun for anyone after all.
Classes tomorrow. Eleven people and two showers. Eeeep.
This afternoon, Sarah bounded into our room and meowed, surprising my roommate, Maeve, and causing her to poke herself in the eye with her scissors. She then invited us to have pancakes.
We sat around one of our little tables in our ginormous common area and ate them. Then we started folding the napkins -- the Australian girl (and yes, I don't know half everyone's names yet, as I suck) knows how to fold napkins in many intriguing and beguiling ways, but the best one is so they look like a dead chicken. We searched through cookbooks for recipes with rice vinegar in them, because one girl has a bottle, because she wanted to add the bottle to her collection, and Julia told us about her grandfather, who is most amusing.
Among other things, he drives up to Canada each year, and he once called Julia's mother and left the following message, which I reproduce in its entirety:
"Helen, this is your brother. I mean, father. I can't feel my legs. I'm in Canada. Come get me."
Sarah also showed us some pictures from camp where they cosplayed Harry Potter for the campers. They were great, especially as Ron was female, Harry was black, and Draco was a seven-year-old boy.
I did not go to the West Indian thingy in Brooklyn because a.) I was asleep and b.)
satyadasa said I wouldn't like it anyway, and, as it is pouring rain outside, I doubt it is much fun for anyone after all.Classes tomorrow. Eleven people and two showers. Eeeep.
