My katana has been the subject of scrutiny underneath the authoritarian dictatorship of Residential Life at ISU. It is unsharpened and unable to slice bread, but I keep it as a symbol of defiance against the powers that be who consider it a weapon.
I currently live in 500 Wabash with an Aviation Major who has no free time and two other guys who have free time. I may or may not have stolen these sick shades from one of my roommmates. I also may not have put them back where they belong.
Okay, this one seems like a copout, but I promise that it makes sense. I like in 500 Wabash Apartment #5**, in room C. Every single night, I see this letter on my door as I enter my room. It has no effect that I am cognisant of on the workings of my day to day life, but I still think it is pretty cute.
This one actually corresponds alphabetically. Within this picture, we see this dichotomy between the light world (outside the bathroom) and the shadow realm (inside the bathroom). I try my best to keep everything clean, but I am very hurried at all times.
I often spend my time looking out these blinds wishing that I was elsewhere. Terre Haute can be a depressing place, but I admit that the view from outside my apartment is beautiful.
One of the ritualistic artefacts that my morning routine is structured around. 4 Q-Tips, one for each sub-section of my ears on both sides.
I turn this door knob every single morning to subject myself to the rigorous routine of classes, work, and the mortifying ideal of being known under terms uncertain to myself. It looks like a G if you squint.
This is the chair that I attempt to study on. I say 'attempt,' because my attention span is notably lacking. More often than not, I end up procrastinating in this chair instead of studying. I procrastinated this paragraph for about 20 minutes.
In a particular crisis of identity, I attributed my penchant for being late to class to a horrifying lack of longboarding skills. Spoiler alert: having a longboard does not mean you will actually get to class on time.
500 Wabash is host to many poorly maintained machinisms that have embedded themselves into my morning routines. These shower hooks are always at risk of falling off the rod completely, and the shower curtain has a proclivity to mold. Despite these subpar conditions, I have found considerable peace in maintaing what meager I have because 500 Wabash is still one of the nicer housing situations at Indiana State University.
I use these scissors... barely ever. They oftentimes wind up in the kitchen, because I find myself not working with paper as much as I work with inconvenient food packaging.
This L is where my hand towels would go if I used hand towels. It's far more efficient to me to just flick my hands and hope the water dries off.
This is the cheapest broom I could find at Wal-Mart. It's brush hairs are twisted in such a way that they form the shape of an M, if you use your imagination and a little less skepticism. I find the process of sweeping my floor to be a relaxing process.
My bookshelf rapidly gets out of hand very quickly. I currently have a to-read list that grows longer every time I talk to someone who likes books just as much as me. I really enjoy books about theology, sociology, history, and anthropology.
This smoke detector has a knack for going off at the most inconvenient times. My first week living at 500 Wabash, the alarm went off at 2 AM, and I was incredibly frustrated with smoke detectors ever since.
One of the ways I cope with the weight of existence and academics is to ingest copious amounts of caffeine.
I buy the toilet paper on my side of the apartment, but it works out because my roommates buy the paper towels in the apartment.
I use these frying pans to cook an assortment of items, but I like buying the cheapest cut of steak I can find at Meijer and then frying it up with egregious amounts of butter. My roommate and I get into arguments about washing them.
This is the charger that I use to charge my laptop. The laptop that this code was written on? I charge it through this cord.
I use post-it notes for pretty much any minor need I have in my life. I especially like to use them for bookmarking since I tend to start and stop new books regularly.
I use this bag to transport my dirty laundry down the hallway to the 'Laundry Room.' The washing machines are typically full on the weekends, so I wait until Monday or Tuesday morning to start washing my clothes. My socks usually vanish.
I have the tendency to bend my books out of shape. Thankfully, this one has not been too bad: it is a book going over the basics of philosophy. I got it for free by digging it out of a dumpster.
None of my roommates like doing dishes. We have resorted to buying plastic silverware (despite the irony of that oxymoron), and paper plates exclusively. It saves time.
My roommate saw this couch, and its accompanying pillow, sticking out of a dumpster. That said roommate then forced me to help him fit the couch into the back of his Honda Civic. It was the worst hour of my life. No one likes sitting on the couch.
There is no central lighting system in our apartment. The lamps dispersed around our apartment, thus, serve to light the entire space, which makes shooting with a camera hard. My ISO was cranked super high for all my photos, hence some of the noise you might notice in my photos.
Just like I end my day with catching some Z's, I would also like to end this list with a picture of where I like to sleep at night. Typically, the blankets are always arranged in a Z, and these were not manufactured.