Stepping into Hell
Sep. 6th, 2005 06:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyrasantae
The sound of the first honey-nut Cheerios hitting the bottom of my cereal bowl sounds like my cell phone.
After an extremely claustrophobic shower (yes, the shower space is a bit less than 1 square metre, and the water pressure is...amazing, and my eyes are a bit sensitive to water, and water gets all over the floor because of the water pressure,) (slightly) messy juice preparation (from frozen concentrate), some misplaced toys (including a desperate phone call to the parents at 2am), and tons of fitful sleeping, I'm awake at 6am because I have an 8am, all-day "class" which, from my information, sounds more like an "industry day" event or something.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
forgottenlord manages to wake up just enough to phone me to make sure I'm up.
Oh, by the way,forgottenlord, thanks SO much for helping me move in and settle down (as I believe you and I will continue to do so)!! I don't know how I could have survived my first day without you!!
The first charge I put on my meal card was for a fruit/yogurt popsicle. Avoid it. The fruit layer on the outside tastes good on its own, but with the yogurt, it tastes like the revolting product that is the result of some genius' idea to cross unstirred yogurt (syrup on bottom) with cottage cheese.
Last night may certainly have been a fitful night of sleep, but so was the night before that. The night before yesterday was worse. I went to bed at 11, but couldn't sleep until well past 1. Last night was lights out at 2, and probably around 2:35 when I fell asleep, but it sure felt longer. (If any of you readers are wondering, I estimate these times based on what I last remember hearing from the CD which I put on before bed, whatever music it is.)
Also, I'm not exactly sure if it was just a dream, or something in reality that got incorporated into the dream (don't really remember the dream now), but I thought I heard someone (likely intoxicated - OMG, story later) repeatedly trying his/her key in my door and (of course) not succeeding in opening it. There were a couple of BANGs too. Actually I'll go outside right now and see if there's any evidence of that having happened. Hm...nope.
My room number "sound[s] like a jumbo jet" (idea mine, quoteforgottenlord), my Internet service hasn't been set up yet, other towers had parties, this tower had parties, there will definitely be more parties during the week, I think I may have succeeded (so far) at the "wow, there's so much space in your room" effect (well, these rooms have very ample storage space), the mattress is firm, this chair is too low (going to buy a cushion or two to remedy that), the circuit breaker of the electrical outlet in my bathroom 'clicks' if I have my computer on (should be fixed soon, hopefully).
Everything feels weird to me. This floor was a party floor last year, it seems, and I hope I can successfully avoid it this year. My room is close to the elevators so I won't be able to avoid hearing people coming down the hall (the fire doors do a pretty decent job of blocking the sound from the elevator lobby itself).
forgottenlord suggested a Tim Horton's' drink for breakfast but I don't know if I can do it. I don't know, now that I know what smelling like coffee at the end of a long day is like. But now I've finished my cereal and should go wash my bowl.
My fingers have hurt like Hell since last night :-(
And if you haven't figured out already, yes, I'm in Hell (Lister).
After an extremely claustrophobic shower (yes, the shower space is a bit less than 1 square metre, and the water pressure is...amazing, and my eyes are a bit sensitive to water, and water gets all over the floor because of the water pressure,) (slightly) messy juice preparation (from frozen concentrate), some misplaced toys (including a desperate phone call to the parents at 2am), and tons of fitful sleeping, I'm awake at 6am because I have an 8am, all-day "class" which, from my information, sounds more like an "industry day" event or something.
forgottenlord manages to wake up just enough to phone me to make sure I'm up.Oh, by the way,
forgottenlord, thanks SO much for helping me move in and settle down (as I believe you and I will continue to do so)!! I don't know how I could have survived my first day without you!!The first charge I put on my meal card was for a fruit/yogurt popsicle. Avoid it. The fruit layer on the outside tastes good on its own, but with the yogurt, it tastes like the revolting product that is the result of some genius' idea to cross unstirred yogurt (syrup on bottom) with cottage cheese.
Last night may certainly have been a fitful night of sleep, but so was the night before that. The night before yesterday was worse. I went to bed at 11, but couldn't sleep until well past 1. Last night was lights out at 2, and probably around 2:35 when I fell asleep, but it sure felt longer. (If any of you readers are wondering, I estimate these times based on what I last remember hearing from the CD which I put on before bed, whatever music it is.)
Also, I'm not exactly sure if it was just a dream, or something in reality that got incorporated into the dream (don't really remember the dream now), but I thought I heard someone (likely intoxicated - OMG, story later) repeatedly trying his/her key in my door and (of course) not succeeding in opening it. There were a couple of BANGs too. Actually I'll go outside right now and see if there's any evidence of that having happened. Hm...nope.
My room number "sound[s] like a jumbo jet" (idea mine, quote
forgottenlord), my Internet service hasn't been set up yet, other towers had parties, this tower had parties, there will definitely be more parties during the week, I think I may have succeeded (so far) at the "wow, there's so much space in your room" effect (well, these rooms have very ample storage space), the mattress is firm, this chair is too low (going to buy a cushion or two to remedy that), the circuit breaker of the electrical outlet in my bathroom 'clicks' if I have my computer on (should be fixed soon, hopefully).Everything feels weird to me. This floor was a party floor last year, it seems, and I hope I can successfully avoid it this year. My room is close to the elevators so I won't be able to avoid hearing people coming down the hall (the fire doors do a pretty decent job of blocking the sound from the elevator lobby itself).
forgottenlord suggested a Tim Horton's' drink for breakfast but I don't know if I can do it. I don't know, now that I know what smelling like coffee at the end of a long day is like. But now I've finished my cereal and should go wash my bowl.My fingers have hurt like Hell since last night :-(
And if you haven't figured out already, yes, I'm in Hell (Lister).
