The lonely roll of toilet paper

It occured to me today that the serious drawback to a blog versus telling stories when I get home is that stories that will be really funny later down the line are not at all funny to me right now. Nevertheless, I suspect that others may enjoy my scrapes.
I took my third cold shower in a row tonight...in the dark. The light in our bathroom is still very much broken, as is apparently the hot water heater. I could kill for a hot shower right now, literally kill somebody. I mean seriously, if you want somebody dead right now then find a way to get me hot water. Fortunately, I suppose, homicide would still not get me a hot shower so I won't need a lawyer yet.
In a similar theme, I have a curious case of a lonely roll of toilet paper. As I have previously mentioned, one must bring one's own toilet paper to a public bathroom on campus. Dorm residents, however, are given 4 rolls a month. I also bought four rolls, not knowing this fact. So I started with eight rolls and I looked at my shelf today and realized that, two weeks into the month, I am left with one very lonely roll. Now, I have not finished any single roll of toilet paper, and while I might be forgetful, I do not think I have lost (read: left in the bathroom and never found again) more than three or four rolls in the last two weeks. This leaves me with a missing 4-5 rolls of toilet paper. I have literally no idea where they could have gone. Who the hell would steal it? Maybe I should leave more lucrative objects next to the toilet paper in order to deter would-be paper thieves? I am puzzled and would appreciate suggestions.
In a not similar vein, I have begun daily tae-kwon-do lessons for a few other exchange students in the courtyard by our dorm. I enjoy the exercise and it is a good way to meet locals (mainly because they want to know what the hell we are doing) What is odd is that when a friend mentions to a curious UB student that I have a blackbelt, hence the lessons, they always step away and say, "Oh! so you could kill me right now?" (not unless it'd get me a hot shower, buddy). I don't know why people think a blackbelt would make me more volatile and prone to hurt bystanders, but I have gotten this reaction 7 times and counting. It is nice to know, however, that I am building an international reputation for unpredictable violence.
Alright, that is the end of my ranting about the creature comforts. Tomorrow we visit immigration (woohoo! wild times!) and I have my first physiology lab.... until then, sala sentle!