another day another storm

It’s snowing again today and while my first instinct is to curl up with a familiar movie, cuddle the cat and drink hot chocolate, I can’t do that.

Why?

I have a French final in approximately… 4.5 hours that I haven’t studied for. So here I am, self-exiled in the University Centre until 7pm where I will go and wish I’d never decided to minor in French.

Good news: my roommates Dad hired someone to do all our snow clearing for us! Weeeoooo. No more bad backs, maybe.

I’m getting so spoiled by people doing work for me. I don’t know what I’ll do when there isn’t a hired service available for everything.

Can you chew my food for me? No? Oh darn.

Pretty sure one of my roommates feels like she has no obligations. I am not a hired service, however. I have just as many exams as you, though admittedly not in nursing, but come on. At least rinse off your effin dishes so I don’t have to wash them twice, ok.

I miss my cat.

And my Mom.

And my best friends.

I haven’t been able to fall asleep until 6am the past two nights and some people have said this is because of stress, but I haven’t been worrying nearly as much as I should be. Is the stress hiding? Is it a secret? I don’t know, maybe.

Come 3 o’clock I’m going to study straight. Start thinking ahead. After my test I will read until the roommate and I go home where I will promptly go to bed, get up early and read all day again. Then, by Saturday afternoon I’ll be over halfway done, with two English exams under my belt. I can spend Saturday afternoon working on Christmas gifts, and writing stories, and blogging about them.

Make immediate future goals that you can accomplish swiftly and feel good about.

My first piece of advice to myself.

Time to take my own advice.

Good day to you all, Happy Holidays, hope your snow storm is merry and bright.

Emma.

I don’t care what anyone says…

girls are absolutely disgusting.

I have never ever heard a man complain about the cleanliness of their public washrooms.

But I hear it from girls all the time. And it’s the truth.

Publish washrooms for girls are absolutely disgusting.

I lived in an all girls residence on campus last year, and there was a damn good reason why I moved out.

It was because of the bathrooms.

I know people of the male variety are convinced that women keep their bathrooms in pristine condition with scents and soaps and butlers and couches and all that bullshit- it is a lie.

Women go to the bathroom in pairs to protect each other from being eaten by whatever hideous mess is lurking behind a stall. I swear it.

At my university we have a public center with a food court and all sorts of student services available. It’s appropriately named the University Centre, and is kind of in the center of the university. There are two bathrooms that I know of- one on the third floor past the food court, another on the second floor staircase landing.

The one on the third floor is absolutely disgusting. I have no idea how it gets in that sort of state.

I left Blackall House partly because I didn’t enjoy living in such a small space, and partly because I wanted to cook my own food and shower without flip flops. Don’t get me wrong, I miss living so close to all my friends, but the bathrooms were absolutely horrible.

What self respecting girl would leave dirty pads and tampons on the floor of the bathroom? You might not believe me, but it happened. Often.

In almost all of our floor meetings residents were asked to please respect the people they were living with and throw out their dirty feminine hygeine products like any normal woman would do.

The part of that sentence you might want to pay the most attentiong to is that it happened in all of our floor meetings.

It never stopped.

Our RA even told us a story of how she was getting out of the shower and someones panty liner got stuck to the bottom of the her flip flop. She wound up hopping around the stall trying to hold her towel around her and trying not to slip so that she could shake it off without touching it.

It’s not cool, ok.

The bathroom on the third floor of the UC literally frightens me.
You walk in and you’re faced with a row of sinks and mirrors and girls fixing their hair or makeup or clothes and that’s all normal.

Adjacent is a row of stalls and you have to make your choice carefully. There’s never been a trip to the bathroom where a girl just walks into the first stall and settles. Oh no. It’s a kind of game, checking each one until you find one that somewhat resembles clean.

These are the facts, and I’m sure someone will agree with me: there is at least one toilet completely plugged with number one, number two, and a lot of toilet paper. Someones you can tell when it’s someone’s time of the month.

Then when you find an empty toilet, the seat is dented. DENTED. HOW DO TOILET SEATS GET DENTED. Probably the same way shoe scuffs get on each side of the stall walls. I don’t know why you would pick the largest bathroom in the UC to get intimate in, but that is the only explanation I can think of for those marks to be there. Oh, of course, you could have been escaping a serial killer? But there aren’t any in St. John’s that I’ve heard of so far this semester.

It’s ridiculous.

I have absolutely no idea how they get in this state of disrepair. I have no idea why someone would pick off pieces of toilet paper to throw on the floor. I have no idea why they’d fill a sink with paper towels and keep the water running just to piss off some custodian. This isn’t middle school. Classes won’t be interrupted with an announcement on the fact that the girls washroom is flooding because some smart aleck plugged a sink.

There’s no PA system in MUN. It would be cleaned up quickly and no one would hear about it.

Honestly, I have no idea why girls are so gross, but I just want everone to know that I flush the toilet. I wash my hands. I definitely don’t pick my nose and leave it on the wall.

I miss the days when people just wrote stupid things in the bathroom stalls. Not left shoe scuffs on them and dented toilet seats or didn’t bother to flush- at all.

I apologise if this blog is disgusting, but it has been bothering me since I walked past that third floor UC bathroom and all I could smell was poop.

Emma.