I'm not sure how I feel about the whole South Park bit.

So my RA, Sarah, posted our new door signs…tags…occupant identification plaques. Whatever they are called. Point is, she based them all on South Park style animation. And this is my sign.


And this is me.



What’s up with my hair? And what on earth am I wearing? I appreciate the fact that Sarah has taken the time to get to know all of her 100 or so residents well enough to be able to create South Park caricatures of them, but I feel that I may be misrepresented in this image.

I’d like to think it is because I am just so classy that me and South Park just cannot blend (for obvious reasons).

But I don’t think classy is what came to mind when Sarah saw me eating fried chicken. It doesn’t matter how refined you imagine yourself to be, eating fried chicken is no dainty business. I’m not a pig, for crying out loud, I’m just not very neat. It’s very non-Southern Belle, but I believe it is a Creole thing, so I guess that balances out.