I seriously wish we could leave our stuff in our stupid rooms over the summer.
I hurt myself in ridiculously stupid ways yesterday moving all my boxes from three different dorms to my room. D: I now have blisters from two different pairs of shoes (I switched half way through because the first was hurting me so much) and a nice, bruised leg. I had to beg a friend of a friend to drive his car to help me get my stuff from one of the further dorms, but he was totally unhelpful and just sat in the car while he watched me struggle with my stuff.
On the bright side, I forget how nice people are around moving time. There are always random guys in the hallway willing to help if they see a girl (especially a weak one like me, haha) trying to push a giant box through the hallway. Also, there was a really cute one that spontaneously helped me in one of the dorms just because he lived a few feet away from where I was carrying the boxes. 8)
After I finally got all my boxes, one of my (girl) friends dragged me out to a gay bar (which actually has a rather high number of girls in it, lol) about two miles away at 10:30 pm. She didn't mention it was that far though, so I wore flip flops and bruised my feet walking that far. =___=; The bar was pretty tame considering what I was expecting, but I made friends with quite a few flamboyant boys, hehe. (Now why can't straight guys be that easy to talk to? =_=; )
Then I had to walk back at 2 am after drinking some champagne and a Tequila Sunrise. @_@; I actually wasn't very tipsy, but alcohol always makes me sleepy so the walk back was absolutely exhausting. We had pizza at her place before I finally made it back to my room at 3 am.
And I still haven't unpacked more than two out of the seven boxes. X__________x
My roommate came back to college at 9 am and woke me up, so now I'm operating on about 5 hours of sleep. (No hangover, thank god. I made sure to drink some water before I went to sleep.)
Also, I feel like I just robbed a small country with the amount of money I spent on books. I didn't even finish buying them all yet. I HATE THIS PART OF COLLEGE. T_______T
On the bright side, I forget how nice people are around moving time. There are always random guys in the hallway willing to help if they see a girl (especially a weak one like me, haha) trying to push a giant box through the hallway. Also, there was a really cute one that spontaneously helped me in one of the dorms just because he lived a few feet away from where I was carrying the boxes. 8)
After I finally got all my boxes, one of my (girl) friends dragged me out to a gay bar (which actually has a rather high number of girls in it, lol) about two miles away at 10:30 pm. She didn't mention it was that far though, so I wore flip flops and bruised my feet walking that far. =___=; The bar was pretty tame considering what I was expecting, but I made friends with quite a few flamboyant boys, hehe. (Now why can't straight guys be that easy to talk to? =_=; )
Then I had to walk back at 2 am after drinking some champagne and a Tequila Sunrise. @_@; I actually wasn't very tipsy, but alcohol always makes me sleepy so the walk back was absolutely exhausting. We had pizza at her place before I finally made it back to my room at 3 am.
And I still haven't unpacked more than two out of the seven boxes. X__________x
My roommate came back to college at 9 am and woke me up, so now I'm operating on about 5 hours of sleep. (No hangover, thank god. I made sure to drink some water before I went to sleep.)
Also, I feel like I just robbed a small country with the amount of money I spent on books. I didn't even finish buying them all yet. I HATE THIS PART OF COLLEGE. T_______T