Alex and I are still ordering out a lot because it's hard to cook when you're not settled in to the kitchen/dining room. I usually pick up the food, and I usually wear the same thing - my blue or brown PJ pants with a zipup hoodie.

A few nights ago as I was coming back with the food and walking past the security guard, he says to me "One of these nights you'll get all dressed up to go out and I probably won't recognize you."

I think he just called me frumpy. What do you reply to that? So I smiled and said "probably not." How odd. He's also one of those guards who keeps asking you to share the food. Once, I offered it to him, so he admitted that he's a diabetic and can't actually take it anyways. But since that incident, he still keeps asking for food.

Another time, I asked him whether he was there to protect the students or the shops on the first floor. He replied "I'm here to protect the public in general from the students." Ok. Thanks.

In other news - Alex and I made it to IKEA on Sunday and our furniture is on its way!! YAY!