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I harbor deep-seated fears that, some dark night, a witch-doctor will sneak my discarded hair from the trash and use it to turn me into a voodoo-zombie-puppet a la Scooby Doo.


At the start of summer term I’m moving ship from the shared dorm I have right now to a super tiny single in a different building on campus. I’ve been totally addicted to the awesome design communities of Apartment Therapy and Design*Sponge recently, and consequently I’ve been planning out every last detail of how I’m going to use that little personal space.

The dorms are 14’x7′ (I said it was tiny!) and so space will be at a premium. I’m hoping to be able to fit in a little kitchen– mini fridge, toaster oven, two-burner hotplate– as well as a little folding table and chairs, a desk, a bed, some shelves…. How would this all fit? I drew a floor plan.

room floorplan

Crappy scan, sorry. Anyway the things fit, but just barely; the dimensions are sort of like a travel-trailer.

For a loft bed I found this listed on IKEA’s website:

It’s the TROMSO loft bed, and it is available with a desk fitted under it. The frame+desk= roughly $300, and a matress form IKEA is around $80

I also really liked the BOLLO folding table from IKEA

(Image at right) It’s dimensions are 23″x23″x28″, so it’s just about right.

For a color scheme I was really inspired by this post over on Apartment Therapy, talking about how well robin’s egg blue opens up a small space. I love the idea of pairing light blues with browns, reds and whites for this area! Inspirations:

This print from CrashingWave on Deviantart.

This coral print caneback chair from SouthernFlair on Etsy.

This vintage fabric from fleaParlor on Etsy.

And this warning sign from tippleandsnack on Etsy.

I also really love the Decor it Yourself section of the ThreadBanger website. Meg’s design ideas are so fresh and cute!

My Little Town

Don’t worry, the sharks didn’t get me. I’m still alive and kicking.

Or being kicked? College is tough, but I enjoy it– most of the time.

I’m building a website using Google’s “Sites” function.  I’ve got most of my recipes compiled over there if you want to check it out: The Fine Art of Being Me

Other than that, I’m currently addicted to these websites:


Apartment Therapy





So, that’s what’s up with me.

January Day

Walking home from picking up my groceries, I saw a golden retriever attempting to carry four or five large sticks in his mouth at once. He would meticulously stack them, manage to cram them in, walk a few steps, and drop one. Wash, rinse, repeat. (I know there’ s a metaphor in there, somewhere…)

Every Sunday, a group of East Indian 20-somethings get together on the college tennis courts to play pick-up games of cricket. They race around, score wickets, and generally have a good time. I don’t think I’ll ever understand cricket.

For the past week there has been a flattened and dehydrated pink condom lying in the gutter in front of my building. It was gone today.

Still Life with Shark and Ramen

(The shark is Delilah. I got her for Christmas.)

Ramen: the ubiquitous college food, a mass of dehydrated noodles served with a little packet of super-salty seasoning powder in such amazing flavors as “Yellow Meat”, “Pink Meat”, and “MSG Delight”. Instant ramen noodles rank alongside deep-fried tennis sneakers on the nutritional scale, and the mere mention of them causes cardiologists nationwide to reach compulsively for their perscription pads. Sure, the “fancier” ramen (read: served in styrofoam cup or bowl, easily microwavable) comes with little freeze-dried orange and green things, questionably referred to as carrots and peas.However, in all honesty, these do little other than imparting a vaguely compost-y note to the otherwise salt-flavored broth.

Now Morgan, I’m sure you’re all saying, where are you planning to go with this? Is there a point to this seemingly pointless rant? A method to your madness?

Uncaring readership! Says I, You fail to comprehend, even after all I have written?! Ramen sucks! And yet we continue to shovel it down our throats!

Yes, and? comes the derisive reply.

The point I’m trying to make is, ramen doesn’t have to suck! And no, before there’s a huge uprising, I’m not suggesting that you spend more than five minutes or sixty-five cents on your bowl of noodles.  Just a little bit of consideration.

Base Ingredient:

  • One (1)  packet instant ramen noodles, your choice of flavor

Additions (in any combination):

  • Baby spinach leaves
  • Sesame oil
  • Bell pepper
  • Tomato
  • Garlic
  • Egg
  • Onion
  • Mushrooms (dried are fine, as long as you let them sit in the broth to re-hydrate)
  • Dried shrimp
  • Steamed carrots
  • Chili powder
  • Lime juice
  • Etc. etc. etc

The list could go on forever, but I don’t have the attention span for that kind of thing. The fact is, instant ramen doesn’t have to be boring, bland, and void of anything resembling nutritional content.  We don’t just eat to fill our stomachs;  we eat to exercise our senses! STOP TAKING A BACKSEAT POSITION ON WHAT YOU SHOVE DOWN YOUR CAKE HOLE!!!

*pantpantpant* Sorry, got a little carried away there. But I think I’ve made my point. Got it? Now go out and practise it!


…My brain is a gyrating bowl full of gopher nads.

…Finding a piece of JuicyFruit gum wedged at the back of my pants drawer makes my day worthwhile.

…I exist purely for pidgeons to poop on.

…Writing bad poetry is the only way I know how to express my frusterations in love.

…My only friend is my cello, and I don’t know how to play. (And I don’t have a cello.)

…Eating stale chocolate wafer cookies makes the bad things go away.




How about you?

(PS: This very vigilant tow truck operator is a constant source of amusement for my roommate and me.)

You want to know why everyone turned around and stared at you? You were talking REALLY LOUDLY about your psychiatrist appointment. And your anger management issues.

No, we couldn’t see your BlueTooth there. Sorry.

(And why were you carrying fourty pounds of meat in your bag? That is not a common practice in this country, unless you’re a mad meat-napper. Given the start of your conversation, I probably wouldn’t be surprised.)

(A view out my dorm room window)

Is it possible to feel both trapped and liberated? I think it is.

This morning there was some guy on the park blocks, preaching salvation to the winos and the dog-walkers.




I miss my little mountain town.

Barbara’s macaroni and cheese. I like to put a little Dijon mustard in it to add more flavor.I had it for lunch (and dinner) yesterday, before my roommate Sarah and I went swing dancing. Fun!

And yes, I do eat my macaroni and cheese with chopsticks.

I feel:

Lost, excited, scared, happy, anxious, tired, sad

I want:

A little peace of mind

To find my missing journal

A week or two more before I have to leave for college

To be financially secure

I need:

A hug

I’m reading:

Storey’s Guide to Raising Dairy Goats by Jerry Belanger

I lovelovelove:

Scott Andrew is an awesome singer/songwriter from the Seattle area. He might be performing in Portland while I’m there! His website can be found here.