The Horrid Smell in the Fifth Floor Corridor

Because Dani shared her extraordinarily unfortunate event with you, I feel I should do the same. Suffice it to say, college life isn't all sweet smells and pleasant experiences... particularly the smelly part.

Today, I left class around 3:30 and headed back to the dorm. Upon arriving, I went in and sat down and began playing around with my git-fiddle. It was around fifteen minutes before I smelled the less than delectable scent wafting through the air. At that time, I also began to hear the bloodcurdling screams of my oh-so-wonderful suitemates. It sounded as though something had gotten loose in their room and was wreaking havoc amongst their belongings. I was soon to find, however, that this was not the case.

Upon closer examination of the situation, I learned that a can of cream of potato soup had exploded in Shelby's drawer... many, many days ago... and was now rotten and disgusting and... well, stinky. How this massively unfortunate event occurred, I'm not really sure. However, the point is that it smelled.

Shel and Mal decided to wash everything in the drawer in the shower. So Shel--fully clothed--jumped into the shower with the dishes to "sanitize" them. In the meantime, Mal deposited all the disgusting remnants of the soup in the trash bag, which they then placed in the corridor for later removal (Keep in mind that we are supposed to take our trash to the "trash chute," not place it in the hallway...).

I went to the gym approximately five minutes later, and upon returning from a nice workout (hahaha--actually, it was nice), the trash was STILL sitting in the hallway. Not only that, but it stunk so terribly that upon exiting the elevator, my nostrils were assailed with a stench that almost--not quite, but almost--made me gag. Two girls who got off at the same time as me looked at each other and one said, "What is that SMELL?!" My response was an attack of silent giggles, because I knew what it was--the awful, awful truth--and so both ran in the opposite direction of my room to try to escape--holding their noses, no less. As I walked towards my suite with increasing dread, it grew worse and worse... to the point that I could barely breathe. Talk about disgusting.

So I kindly told the girls that the whole floor smelled, and they needed to take their trash out. At which point, they did, thank goodness.

Now, the hallway is a combination of the sickeningly sweet smell of Febreze air freshener, perfume, and trash, because my two girls decided that they needed to douse one bad smells with two supposedly "good" smells. Overkill, in my opinion.

And so, the moral of the story is this. If your soup explodes, take care of it quickly, or it's going to be a disgustingly smelly thing to take care of. And... well, don't try to cover smells with other smells.

Pictures coming soon.

Love ya'll! Hope God is blessing your day.

-M

Our Little Foe

As a resident of the 6th floor, I knew it was only a matter of time until we met an unfortunate fate of dorm life. You see, amidst thousands of college students with less than hygienic habits, bugs are an obvious misfortune. And today, when I opened the door to our suite bathroom, there it was, lurking with its 15 pairs of banded legs (according to google post bug incident). (Ok, maybe it wasn't that intense, but the bug was a decent size.) But yes, when I saw it, I let out a slight yell and ran into Liz's room. At which point, Liz checked out the bug and freaked out along side me. We went through a short list of people we could call about the matter- including maintenance (as a joke), and quickly realized that we should "man up" and handle the situation ourselves- after all, that's what college is all about right? So we got a cup and some paper and trapped the bug. (Complete props to Liz). After squirming for a few minutes while the bug was trapped, we made a team effort in carrying in to the window and launching it out what is actually 8 stories. So maybe just killing it with a shoe would've been slightly more practical but here we are. Needless to say, we lived to tell the story and I'm sure this won't be the last bug we encounter.
But I must finish with one thought about bugs in the bathroom. Why?!?! Its always such a vulnerable encounter...
I hope you enjoy our random college rants. Stay tuned!
-D

Your common house centipede

its a long way down, especially when you're small

Liz's sterilization of the trap.

The Beginning of the Voyage...

It is 12:41 am, and we have just completed our sixth week of college life at UT... and our Subway sandwiches, because we seem to eat there together a lot. Dani just told me that she feels creepy because this is like one of those engagement blogs... "The Knot" or whatever? But no, this is just a "best friend" blog. Or a "college life" blog. Whatever you prefer.

Hi, JB.

As many of you know, college students never do anything. We, however, are doing something productive and wholesome with our time. So if anyone decides to complain (*ahem, Carter Cross and Jacob Fowler)... swallow your comments and realize that it's late, and we're two college coeds who are trying maintain some semblance of integrity while the rest of campus is out partying. Because yes, UT just won a game.

So now, for a list of things we have learned... most often, the hard way:

--The UC does not serve food on Saturdays. Period. So if you're hungry, you shouldn't walk all the way over there. There is NO FOOD.
--If there's noone on campus, and all the lights are dark in the UC, that DEFINITELY means they're not serving food.
--Boys shouldn't carry umbrellas, unless it's for their lovely lady friend.
--White v-necks get you through the week. They are a STAPLE ITEM.
--Dino-bytes are delicious.
--Don't drive on Magnolia unless you know EXACTLY where you want to go. It's scary as all get out.
--Golden Roast is wonderful.
--...but Dirty Dancing is WAY sketch.
--Sometimes, you become best friends really fast if you're saps and you like to cry in the cafeteria.
--Always take a friend when it's late and you're walking from your car, because there are a lotta creepers out there.
--Frat boys wear suits. A lot. And DO NOT help carrying heavy loads, even though you'd think they understood what chivalry was... apparently, many college boys don't understand the concept.
--Cafeteria cookies are really easy to wrap in napkins and give to people as gifts for getting planners out from behind washing machines.
--Mold grows in the practice rooms.
--Don't put your books on top of the washing machines.
--If you fall easily, you shouldn't grab a friend as they're reaching into the ice cream cooler. It might scare them and make bystanders laugh a lot.
--The fortune cookies in PCB are not so fortunate.

And our final piece of knowledge...

Sometimes, you become best friends with someone you never really expected to. And it really is a blessing.

We hope you enjoyed our first post! And we promise, it WILL get better. Goodnight, and God bless!