Lowdown on the Roomies

So BU put me in a quad. I have three roommates. I was a little disappointed at first.

From left to right: Me (extremely tired. judge me not bitchez), Megan & Rosie :)

But now I'm starting to realize that it its AWESOME!!!

I absolutely love two of my roomies, Megan and Rosie. The third...well...I'll get to that in a bit.

For now, here's a cutesy photu.

Megan is possibly the most chilled out person in the world. She sings into hairbrushes, occasionally brushes her teeth while still in her underwear, says 'sex' and 'penis' probably more often than is legal. She's awesome. Period.

Rosie is the cutest little thing ever. Her voice is a high soprano, like a little child. She wears the cutest little dresses and flouncy skirts. She's so sweet and she's really such a caring person. I'm so lucky I have her as a roommate! I absolutely love her - how can anyone not?!

OK. Now the bad news.

So the other roommate...is something special. She's Korean and Skypes/talks on the phone to other people in Korean CONTINUOUSLY which is pretty annoying. She's completely loaded (only wears Marc Jacobs, J.Crew, Louis Vuitton, Juicy Couture and only eats dinner at places that cost more than $100 per head,) And she can't seem to stop rubbing this in the faces of us, the less-fortunate half of society.

As if that isn't bad enough, she practices something of a naked ritual every day.

Yes, you heard right.

A naked ritual.

No, I'm not kidding. And trust me, she is NOT pleasant to look at naked.

This is how it goes.

• Step One: She gets out from the shower and imperiously walks into the room.
• Step Two: She drops the towel (*CRINGEFEST*)
• Step Three: She opens up a bottle of sharply scented lotion.
• Step Four: She now proceeds to SLAP this lotion (LOUDLY) onto her face. 
• Step Five: She does this weird dance and slaps MORE lotion on weird parts of her body that I will not mention here just in case you're happy with your lunch/dinner inside your stomach. 
• Step Six: She sits around naked for, like, 10,000 hours. (OK more like half an hour)
• Step Seven: She puts on something amazingly expensive and completely wasted on her rather large figure.

Oh well. It makes for an entertaining anecdote, I guess.

Aaaalways look on the briiiight side of life!

Mine!!

OK I cannot stress this enough.

BU IS GORGEOUS!!!!!!


IT'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PRETTY!

Pretty enough that I typed all those "O"s!!!!!

All the gorgeous architecture and intricate stone carvings everywhere take my breath away every time I pass by. And just knowing that I'm in this for four years...well...it's not a scary thought anymore.

There's greenery everywhere....pretty little stuff dotting the sidewalks, and there's this constant dynamism and vibrance that characterizes the campus. So much color, so much beauty...it's overwhelming. Which is why I sound kind of illiterate and inarticulate right now. But seriously, I just can't encapsulate the feeling in words. I love it here.

My dorm is pretty awesome too. And get this - it's the second largest dormitory in the United States of America. That's right, it's BURSTING with people. And I love it (of course.)

Warren Towers (My dorm)

I love having my own space. I have my own bookshelf, my own desk with my own photo frames and my own bulletin board. I have my own lavender striped bedsheets, an erasable whiteboard-style calendar pinned right near my lofted bed. I have wall-pops (which are absolutely adorable) and my own wardrobe with my own colour-coded hangers and my own handbag holder. My own shoe-holder. My own POSTERS (Bob Marley, Andy Warhol, Muse and Alice in Wonderland). Having lived in a one-room apartment my entire life, this is amazing. I can't complain - I love it. I love every last thing that's mine, from my bedsheets down to my own pen stand.

So, here's a picture I could get of the awesomeness that I'm describing:

My bed (lavender stripes - top bunk. The weird blanket thingy belongs to my creepy roommate.)
You can see my awesome erasable calendar, wall-pops and happy pictures too :)

Boston

OK. Where do I even start?

So much has happened since I got here, I think I need to post a series of separate posts about life here.

I'm sitting here, trying to retrace my steps, and wishing that I had blogged earlier. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to make my brain work some more!

I'm trying my best to find words that do justice to the beauty of this city.

You can't Google Image Search "Boston" and expect to find anything that comes remotely close to it.

It's gorgeous. I discover something new everyday, and thanks to my awesome new bestie Helen, my transition from desi to pardesi is not as bad as I expected.

Aaaaah!

OK guys. Be prepared for a post explosion.

In fact, I don't even have the energy to condense all my experiences since I landed here into blog posts, but I will certainly try.