The Ryerson Experience

Hello fellow earthlings. I am sitting in the comfiest chair in the world, chilling in Emily's humble abode. From what I have gathered, university life seems to be suiting Rach and Em. The Thai food and gay pride flags everywhere are very reassuring. Here are my current observations:

Rach's Crib: Cozy and Greek. I didn't know people could be so...fake Greek. There's a Mount Olympus and a bunch of Greek gods plastering every wall. Bring the hummus and it's a party. I would also, at this point, like to point out a major concern I have for my beloved Rachel Lam. She has found Japanese drama buddies! Now there is absolutely no--

WE INTERRUPT THIS BEAUTIFUL BLOG TO TELL YOU THAT RACHEL LAM SAYS, "HI!" WHILE SHE LIES ON THE BED AND SWINGS HER FEET AT ME.

--hope for Rachel now. She has been dragged into a horrible abyss where everyone watches those insipid dramas day in and day out. Soon they'll all have their heads conichiwa-ed right off and when that happens, don't say I didn't warn you!

Em's Crib: Big and Checkered. I'm seriously considering bringing some giant chess pieces one day and just starting a big game of chess on her floor. The only problem of course is that I cannot play chess to save my life. There was a terrible summer where my mom signed me up for chess camp (one of my darker years) and I made up my own rules and made a boy cry. But that's a story for another time. Emily has a lovely view of some nice, pretty apartments standing beside some sketchy, godforsaken apartments. All of this is capped off with a big, blatant gay pride flag. There are plenty of teddy bears sitting around, making me feel like I'm being watched, but I'm sure some would say it's cute and cuddly.

The absolute highlight of Em's room: the singing blender clock. I love it! Go Rach and her Asian gifts!
Correction: I just saw the Asian swiffer. That is just scary. There's a picture of an Amish, freakishly happy Chinese girl on the box. Cue psycho music now.

But as much fun as this has been, I think Rach is itching to get back to her room and pack so that she can return home (for some people, it's as if they never moved out). So for now, I bid you good day.