and that's how we got our trashcan privileges revoked.

let me preface this enormously long post with this simple question: what are giant trash cans for... if not dumping trash into? with that in mind, what follows is the long tale of how we were banned from trashcans.

in each room, we have small trashcans, which obviously need to be emptied occasionally. rather than trek out to the dumpster once a week, i take my trash to the giant trashcan in the communal bathroom. midway through the semester, a friendly notice was posted, reminding us to take our trash to the official dumpster. although i thought it was absurd (our bathroom doesn't stock paper towels, so presumably the only trash to be thrown away is toilet paper wrapping, so why not dump our garbage in it?) sara took over trashcan duties for a while, and i didn't worry about it. until the trashcan disappeared.

on a tuesday, i dumped my garbage in the bathroom trash. on thursday, the trashcan was gone, and this was in its place.

immediately, i panicked and assumed i was to blame. i devised a plan in which i would take the sign down, hope for the cleaning staff to forget and then steal a garbage can from another bathroom and leave the sign in its stead.

what i found was that ALL of the trashcans were gone. i filled sara in, and we decided to take the signs. we couldn't leave empty handed.

two days later, sara texted me, alerting me of new signs. obviously, we had to take them. they were posted with significantly more tape, and after ripping the first one off, we discovered this:

let me say this: NO ONE GUILTS ME.

i needed this sign as a trophy, so i replaced the original sign with this:

it got the point across, right? i left similar outcries in each bathroom. i don't think they lasted long- i know the sticky note i put up in our hall was removed within the hour and thrown in the toilet. i was tempted to write another: "to the person who stole my sticky note- in a perfect world, there are enough trashcans for everyone, and you don't have to throw things away in the toilet." but i left it as it was.

finally, on my last day in the dorms, the following was posted. i was leaving that afternoon, so i didn't mess around with these signs. plus, i was starting to feel a little remorseful. i decided to call it quits, and that was the end of our shenanigans.

at some point of our epic, a hallmate informed me that the trashcans are removed before finals week so students won't dump old assignments and binders willy nilly. i felt a little ridiculous, but i stick to my guns!* also, at that point, anything was more appealing than actual studying.

the following are further images depicting the trashcan debacle of '11. enjoy... because at this point you've probably read everything else, and the rest is pictures.

another passive aggressive sign for an upstairs bathroom.

when the notes got hostile, this seemed a little conspicuous. so i moved the trophy cabinet...

also, if you have some spare time, i like to take lots of videos as well as pictures.

anyway, i'm going to watch marina draw sara on paint, as "that is the only logical thing to do" at 1:30 in the morning. nighty night, don't let the bed bugs smerf!

-katie

*except for, you know, when my guns involve hard stuff. like exercise. or finishing a knitted scarf.