Bwahaha! I live in an apartment off-campus with a stove in it. Hooray for home cooking.
However, if you guys live in dorms, there is an easy way to make hom-cooked food. Wrap whatever it is you want to cook in tinfoil, then set a heated iron on top of it and leave it there for a couple minutes. Then flip it over and heat the other side. This works for plenty of stuff.
And mandi, that's lame. How could anyone not love "that Mark guy and his roomie with AIDS"? Bah.
In other news, my nose is running nonstop. And I have a sore throat. Fortunately, finals are almost over... then it's catatonic on the couch for a few days (snuggled up with movies of Anth, of course.)
"`I grow old... I grow old... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.` What does that mean, Mr. Marlowe?"
"Not a bloody thing. It just sounds good."
He smiled. "That is from the `Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.` Here's another one. `In the room women come and go/Talking of Michael Angelo.' Does that suggest anything to you, sir?"
"Yeah -- it suggests to me that the guy didn't know very much about women."
"My sentiments exactly, sir. Nonetheless I admire T. S. Eliot very much."
"Did you say, 'nonetheless'?"
- The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler