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I had a semester at SVA's Gramercy dorms where my roommate peaced out to her boyfriend's and I had an entire room to myself, unofficially. So yeah I put my mess all over the room and did what I wanted, with the slowly disappearing expectation that I'd be able to quickly tidy it back up if she ever came back. By the end of the school year her side was a mountain of crap... but, my intentions!! Were good!! There's a way laziness and intentions play out at that age, that is both maddening and charming to me still. Like when someone posts copyright content to YouTube with the "I DON'T OWN THIS" caveat. Cute, wrong.