Shambles Suite
This is how college was meant to be experienced.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Zach
Zach "Our Favorite Roommate" Hodges is the roommate we wish we had. His southern twang only comes out when he slips up and says the word "ya'll" (which we all find quite endearing). His interests include Biddly Podunk, Joan Cusack, and making the harmonies better. He is beloved all around not only for his fabulous fashion sense and esthetically inspiring choice of glasses, but also his tap dancing skills. You can often find him being fabulous in one of the Fordham studio shows. We wish he could actually live with us, but for now we'll have to content ourselves with his special knock and regular visits.
Monday, April 30, 2012
A Study in Interior Design
It's an average night here in the Shambles Suite. Which is to say, we're all hanging out in the living room, music is playing, procrastination abounds. Oh, and we're also designing our dorm room for next year.
For the last few hours, Victoria, Rita, and myself have been looking at pictures of cool dorms on the interwebs (particularly fuckyeahcooldormroooms.tumblr.com) and planning out how we will decorate our room next year. I'm not particularly sure how we even got started on this task. One minute I'm derping about on my computer, the next I'm discussing various design possibilities and wondering whether it's too early to make a shopping list for next year.
Planning out next year's dorm is a very bizarre, almost surreal experience. I still haven't fully accepted that my Freshman year is nearly finished, yet here I sit wishing I could start decorating my new dorm. Somehow, I feel like no matter how much we decorate next year, I will never love any room quite so much as this, the original Shambles Suite. I look around the room and I see all the decorations Victoria, Rita, Morgan, Jenn, and myself have contributed, and I can't help but notice all the things that won't be in the room next year - Jenn's dress form and record player, Morgan's historical figure finger puppets and shopping cart. I'm excited for a new room, new roommates, and new experiences, but being the incredibly sentimental and nostalgic individual that I am, I know leaving this room and some of the people I live with here will be impossibly difficult.
I was going to end this post with a picture showing how wonderful our room is aesthetically, but I couldn't find one of just the room, so please accept this picture of Shambles Suite looking pretty:
For the last few hours, Victoria, Rita, and myself have been looking at pictures of cool dorms on the interwebs (particularly fuckyeahcooldormroooms.tumblr.com) and planning out how we will decorate our room next year. I'm not particularly sure how we even got started on this task. One minute I'm derping about on my computer, the next I'm discussing various design possibilities and wondering whether it's too early to make a shopping list for next year.
Planning out next year's dorm is a very bizarre, almost surreal experience. I still haven't fully accepted that my Freshman year is nearly finished, yet here I sit wishing I could start decorating my new dorm. Somehow, I feel like no matter how much we decorate next year, I will never love any room quite so much as this, the original Shambles Suite. I look around the room and I see all the decorations Victoria, Rita, Morgan, Jenn, and myself have contributed, and I can't help but notice all the things that won't be in the room next year - Jenn's dress form and record player, Morgan's historical figure finger puppets and shopping cart. I'm excited for a new room, new roommates, and new experiences, but being the incredibly sentimental and nostalgic individual that I am, I know leaving this room and some of the people I live with here will be impossibly difficult.
I was going to end this post with a picture showing how wonderful our room is aesthetically, but I couldn't find one of just the room, so please accept this picture of Shambles Suite looking pretty:
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Halloween 2011
The night before Halloween, we decided to carve a Jack
Skellington pumpkin. We lit our masterpiece with a battery powered tea candle
(because real tea candles are too mainstream) and turned off the light to see
our creation in it's full glory. Overcome with emotion, we burst into an
excited fit of giggles just as our wonderful RA, Dan, was walking by the
door. Hearing the ruckus, he knocked on the door to investigate the noise.
Thinking that it was Morgan coming back from rehearsal, we thought it would be
funny to hide and surprise her with the pumpkin in the dark. Dan, being the
responsible RA that he is, heard us screeching "HIDE!" to each other
and was distressed, thinking that he was about to bust us with alcohol. When
Jenny opened the door, he found three giggling girls hiding behind a table in
the dark with a glowing pumpkin in the middle of the room. It got better when
we realized it was Dan, not Morgan, and laughed even harder from sheer
embarrassment. Once he realized we hadn't broken any rules, including having a
real candle, Caitlin and Dan decided to do some martial arts in the living
room. That is the story of our awkward, giggly lack of rule breaking. The end.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Macaroni Party: Take I
September 2011: Catch Phrase
Morgan is well known among the Fordham natives for her mind boggling macaroni parties. We may never know whether these gathering are popular because of her own famous cheese recipe or simply for the riotous games of Catch Phrase that ensue, but they are a favorite past time nonetheless. This is a video of our very first Macaroni Party and the Catch Phrase game that bonded us all.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Jenny
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