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i'm in huntsville and it's bloody hot. i have, as of right now, 2 textbooks. my purse is apparently mad and me and shedding black goo on my pretty pink shirt. did i mention it's hot? nicole has her mice to deal with in boston, i have dead roaches. ew. i hate my apartment (like i always do for the first few days) and slept horribly last night and managed to wake up at 8am anyway, for absolutely no good reason. today i plan to call the registrar's office and try to figure out graduation nonsense, and tomorrow will be spent picking up and reading the eragon sequel and probably begging the history secretary to substitute some classes around for me. the things that felt like blisters on my feet were blisters, i discovered as one of them broke at walmart yesterday. eeew. and now i'm limping. i don't want to do school, i just want to go home. and did i mention that it's hot out?