It's a hard locked life...

This morning started off in a funny way. Jon had a lab this morning around 7:30, but he came back really early because no teacher showed up. Once I woke up and got moving around I went outside for a smoke, but I noticed a lack of people in the lobby for once. I figured that they were at class, or still in bed considering that Jon went to the bathroom at 5 AM and still heard people in the lobby talking. Before I walked outside I noticed a girl (I correctly assumed the RA on duty) stopped a girl coming in and asked to see her key chain. I thought this was weird; however, once I got out side I read the sign on the door and noticed that the new rule was to show the key chain upon entering (unless you were a guest and you had to sign in). I sat at the bottom of the stairs, I learned last night that it is the appropriate spot for smoking. A guy approached me and told me to be careful where I was sitting because "the new RA bitch" has been getting on to people sitting at the bottom of the stairs and those in the lobby for loitering. He said that she told him to go sit in his car while he smoked. To me this is crazy considering that there is a sign outside the door stating that you must be 25 feet from the entrance, as is Georgia and Tennessee law.

Oh well, I enjoyed seeing all of the people that loved to sit outside and in the lobby panic, the "loiterers." It was if their right to breath or be anything like that had been taken away or restricted. Regular Rosa Parks, I heard them say that they were going to sit in the lobby if they wanted to! "There are chairs and couches in there for a reason!" I heard all of this brave talk on the way back to Jon's room, but when he and I were on our way to dry his marching shirt there was no one to be found in the lobby except the RA and a campus police officer.

After we paid $1.25 just to dry one shirt for 60 minutes in the basement, we went back upstairs and back to our hallway on the second floor and heard so many big talkers about how they were going to take this to the president and whatnot. It's funny to hear how upset people get about something as simple as don't congregate in the lobby when there is a room just on the other side of the glass for sitting and socializing. I can understand the smoking thing, it's a little outrageous, but if I want to hang out with friends- I'd invite them back to my room.

In the very few days that I've been here and I've visited the bathroom I've been suprised by an unsightly, smelly mess waiting for me in at least two of the four stalls. That is just gross and scary as far as the diet of owners' go. My friend Lauren and I have discussed this after watching BBC America's 'You Are What You Eat,' where they discuss your diet and whatnot and how it affects your 'poo.' The other problem with the dorm bathrooms is that people keep leaving stuff in the showers: soap, shampoo, boxers, toothbrush, etc. On Monday, when my roommate's mother was moving his stuff in she was discussing her discuss with what she'd heard from the housekeeper. Apparently, someone had thrown-up in the bathroom (all over the place?). I noticed that she was hosing off the floor when I went in there and she told me that it was closed.

This morning I noticed a letter on the door of the bathroom (much needed and probably ineffective). To me I would assume that you are in college, why not act like it, but who knows?

I didn't know that there was a salon in there. My problem was the doo doo, but I guess that and more was covered in the letter...

When we went to the Olive Garden the other day we stopped at Old Navy before hand to get me some tasteful shower shoes. Check these hot things out!This is my glamorous shower caddy that my BFF Lauren helped me put together.

Yum!

My enemy!

I rearranged Jon's (soon to be our room).

This will be my space.

Look at all the space!

This is the view down the hall.