Tuesday, May 3, 2011
When I'm really bored in a mall with nothing to do I go to the Apple Store. I mean, what's better than internet access, fancy electronics you could never afford, an endless amount of games, and the ability to use Mac Photobooth when you're trying to waste time? When I went to the Apple Store this time, I decided to entertain myself by opening up my blog on all the ipads. Unfortunately, it didn't last that long but I took pictures to remember how much better that table looked after I'd finished. ;)
Ever been really bored in a mall with nothing to do? Where do you go to waste time?
Posted by ToriBird92 at 2:02 PM
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Hall meetings are generally very boring, a lot of talk about how to check in and out of the dorms during breaks and reminding us to keep the bathrooms clean. However, the resident DTs:
decided that it would be fun to make the meeting a bit more, shall we say, colorful. They went running around before the meeting, yelling "Places everyone!" and putting up gels on all the lights. Take a look at these photos to get an idea!
Our hall meeting was definitely the fanciest of everyones that week. ;)
P.S. Check out more C-side Chronicles pictures at my flickr account!
Posted by ToriBird92 at 2:00 PM
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
I love Christmas. Really, I do. But no matter how much I love it, somehow seeing the Christmas displays that department stores are putting out as early as October every year seems just a little excessive. This opinion, however, was not shared by the rest of my floor. As soon as Halloween had passed, it was made abundantly clear that Christmas spirit was alive and well on the 3rd floor of C-Side. Suddenly, Christmas music could be heard (emanating mostly from Chris Bill’s room) almost 24 hours a day, everything from Trans-Siberian Orchestra to Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, as well as some very scary metal versions of christmas carols I never bothered to learn the names of. But it didn’t end with the music.
Chris Bill also decided that he was going to go all out with decorations this year. He literally rearranged all the furniture in his room, even going so far as to make his and his roommate’s two twin beds into a bunk bed, just to make room for a Christmas tree (fake, of course). He wrapped up empty cardboard boxes so it looked like there were presents under the tree, hung garlands decorated with candy canes everywhere, and made about 50 paper snowflakes to hang up on his window.
To give you an idea of what it looked like, check out The 2 Guys Variety Hour’s Christmas Spectacular.
However, the most absurd thing about this holiday season occured at about 4:00 in the morning on a Saturday night while me and my friend Nate were up working on a project.
In my room, working, when I hear a knock on my door and Kevin pokes his head in.
“You up?” he asked needlessly, but I nodded anyway.
“Come and see this,” he said, gesturing for me to come out into the hallway.
“See what?” I asked.
“Just come and see,” he said.
Me and Nate both got up and followed him out into the hallway only to find...
“Why do you have a reindeer?” I said, incredulously.
Standing in the middle of the hallway was one of those light-up reindeer lawn ornaments. But where had it come from?
“We found it!” Kevin said proudly, gesturing to Robinson and himself, “On the side of the road.”
“You didn’t take it off someone’s lawn did you?” I asked, looking at it skeptically, “Because, that’s not up for grabs. Its supposed to be there.”
“No,” Kevin shook his head, “Well not exactly. It was at the end of someone’s driveway, laying by the curb. They were probably throwing it out because the lights on its head don’t work.”
He bent down and grabbed the plug, putting it into an outlet. The body lit up but the head didn’t, “See?”
“Yeah,” I said slowly, “So, uh, what are you going to do with it?”
“I don’t know,” Kevin said, looking thoughtful, “I thought I’d keep him in my room. For Christmas.”
“Ah,” I nodded, “So what are you going to call him? Rudolph?”
“No!” Kevin said, looking aghast, “His name is Buddy!”
And that is how Buddy the Reindeer became the new member of our floor.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Unfortunately, due to the peace treaty dinner being scheduled for a Tuesday night when I had class, I was unable to attend. Luckily, however, my friends Chris and Will were able to nicely explain what would be occurring at this dinner as well as the incredible power of a good suit in a video on their YouTube Channel "The2GuysVarietyHour." These guys are hilarious and you should definitely check them out, particularly my favorite song of theirs "Stalker Song!"
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I’m in my room, innocently practicing for my keyboarding class, when suddenly Chris Bill comes knocking on my door.
“C’mon, Tori,” he hissed, gesturing for me to come out into the hallway.
“Come where?” I asked and he glanced down the hallway quickly before looking back at me and seeing my keyboard.
“Oh! Are you practicing?” he said, “Well you don’t have to then.”
“Come where, Chris?” I called but he’d already left.
I decided that practicing could wait for the moment and I went out into the hallway and into chaos. People were running everywhere, wielding nerf guns and banging on doors and shouting instructions.
“What is going on?” I asked my friend Natalie who was also trying to keep out of the fray.
“I’m not exactly sure,” she said, “I think they said something about a meeting to set the terms with Floor 2, but I don’t really know what that means.”
I was about to reply when Chris Bill suddenly let out a shout, raised his hand, and all movement abruptly stopped.
And then they came. Rising out of the stairwell and advancing in some odd parody of a military march, more reminiscent of Monty Python’s Military Fairy than any army I’ve ever seen, wearing capes and wielding light-sabers and staplers threateningly.
A hush fell over the hallway and I just stared at the sight with a sort of morbid fascination. I heard Cory whisper next to me, “I feel like I’m in a dream...”
Truer words have never been spoken.
The meeting itself was mostly an agreement that all fighting would cease when we had a peace dinner we would all cook together in the Community kitchen, formal attire required.
When they finally left, the boys began plotting and August came wandering out of the suite at the end of the hall.
“Hey guys,” he grinned, “What’s going on?”
“August,” Robinson said, looking at him seriously.
The smile dropped from August’s face. “Nerf gun time?” he said gravely, with the air of a man just having been informed he needed to sacrifice himself in order to save the planet.
Robinson just nodded.
“I’ll be right back,” August said, disappearing back into his suite.
Slapping a hand to my forehead and looking around at the misfit army I began to wonder just what I had gotten myself into.