PigSty

Apparently my room is a pig pen.



When you live in a dorm you have to get your room checked yearly by RA's (otherwise known as kids who do nothing all year until the shit hits the fan and they really have to step in).



They are suppose to check to see if you don't have any illegal items in the room and if you do you are written up. I don't know what happens when your name is written down on the violation sheet...but in my mind they drag you off to some place and you are never seen again. NEVER.



Apparently everyone who is anyone in college leaves there door open, which is some sort of welcoming gesture for friends and neighbors to socialize ( i course do not do this, because then how am i suppose to dance to Justin Timberlake.). Sometimes when i walk down the halls i get a sneak peak into other people's room. Most of the rooms i have encountered are very crowded with stuff, not particulary messy, as it is FULL.



Because of my hectic start of a semester (read "I F*cking moved to escape noisy roommates and fire alarm) i haven't spent anytime decorating. I finally put up 2 of my poster this weekend and purchased this groovy footstool to relax my legs on. Other than that, i have the bare essentials(during fall break i am totally buying crap to deck this room out and make it home )



Anyway. The perks of having a single room is that i feel i can be as messy as i want to be. I mean I don't have another person sharing the room with me, and my mess is a contained one. Clothes in one corner, bottles of water in the other corner( i try to recycle), paper on desk i don't use, and misc. stuff under the bed. So i may have some clothes on the floor, and a open cereal box or two... but it isn't that bad. Or so i thought.



10 minutes ago, while i was packing for Fall Break, i had my first routine room check with two very prime and proper RA's. After looking around my room and asking a few questions, they went out into the hallway to discuss something (always a bad sign). When they came back in to my room i got this conversation



Girl: I don't mean to sound rude---
Me: [which of course now means you are going to say something rude]
Girl: Are you always this messy?



Wow.



Me: I mean kind of, Combined with the whole packing thing.
Girl: Yeah i know but we just want to make sure there aren't any cockroaches
Me: [Jesus Christ lady, i have one unopened box of cereal. Give me a F*cking Break] Well beside the spider i killed in the bathroom there haven't been any roaches.
Girl: You'd be surprised



At this point I'm like, are they really going to drag me off into the unknown for a few clothes on the floor and an open Apple Jack Box.



Girl: We just want to make sure that you keep your room tidy.
Me: I mean how tidy is tidy?
Girl: [looks at the box of cereal] A little bit cleaner than now.
Me: [wow anytime you want to get the f*ck out of my room would be fine by me]
Girl: I'm not going to write you up or anything since it is just you in the room but...
Me: I know keep it clean. Thanks.



Despite her "I'm not trying to be rude" statement....I'm totally fucking offended. She basically called my very contained mess a pigsty. Now i have, for the moment, this very puzzled look permanently placed on my face as i look around my pigsty of a room, and try to redeem some dignity to my space.



I feel so violated.



What a rude B*tch.


My mom would totally agree with her though.

Above picture is the scene of the crime. You be the judge.

Fall Break tomorrow!!!!!