My day
2:15 am (ish): Go to bed after packing madly. Set alarm for 8:45. Grateful I am at least going to get six hours of sleep.
8 am: Woken up by loud woman outside directing loud cleaning crews in already vacated rooms.
8:45 am: Alarm goes off. Get up.
9 am: Eat 2 poptarts for breakfast on way to housing office. Pick up key to new room.
9:30-9:50: Wait for friend who said he was going to pick me up at 9:30 (so we could help each other move).
9:50: Recieve call from friend. His friend's car only has room for two, so he says they'll move their stuff and then drive over to help me around 11 or 11:30.
9:50-11:15: Lug stuff over to apartment (10-min walk from my old dorm room) by hand. Check multiple times with housing offices for dollies, but never manage to get one. Sweat a lot. Have a minor internal freak-out at the thought that I will never live in a dorm again.
11:15: Friend calls. He's not sure he'll be done until 12:30. Since I have to be out of my room at 1, could i just take whatever's left into a common area around 12:30 and he and his friend will help me?
11:15-12:30: Lug more stuff over to apartment. Sweat. Hurt. Get sunburned.
12:30: Friend calls. He won't be done by 1:00. Freak out (internally, not at him), call and babble at other friend, whose parents happen to be in the area with a car.
12:40: Other friend arrives at room to help move stuff out and put furniture back in place. Friend's parents arrive. Load car.
ca. 12:55: Return key.
12:55-1:15: Move remaining stuff into room.
Afternoon: Go to shopping center. Have too-dry croissant for lunch. Have a wildly successful shopping day (pants and a cardigan for about $35 (combined) that would've gone for about $120 (combined) if they weren't on sale!!! And PEACHES). Grocery shopping is utterly bewildering. What do I need? What do I want to eat? AAAGH, confuzzled!
6:15: Arrive back at room. Prepare to warm up spaghetti and meatballs bought at store. Realize a fork is not immediately available.
6:20-7:00: Madly unpack all boxes looking for forks. Find none despite KNOWING that there are disposable forks SOMEWHERE in there.
7:00: Sniffle, and determine to eat the damn pasta with spoons.
7:00-7:30: Futz on the Internet, feeling rather lonely (roommate isn't here yet) and trying to convince self to get up and do dinner.
8 am: Woken up by loud woman outside directing loud cleaning crews in already vacated rooms.
8:45 am: Alarm goes off. Get up.
9 am: Eat 2 poptarts for breakfast on way to housing office. Pick up key to new room.
9:30-9:50: Wait for friend who said he was going to pick me up at 9:30 (so we could help each other move).
9:50: Recieve call from friend. His friend's car only has room for two, so he says they'll move their stuff and then drive over to help me around 11 or 11:30.
9:50-11:15: Lug stuff over to apartment (10-min walk from my old dorm room) by hand. Check multiple times with housing offices for dollies, but never manage to get one. Sweat a lot. Have a minor internal freak-out at the thought that I will never live in a dorm again.
11:15: Friend calls. He's not sure he'll be done until 12:30. Since I have to be out of my room at 1, could i just take whatever's left into a common area around 12:30 and he and his friend will help me?
11:15-12:30: Lug more stuff over to apartment. Sweat. Hurt. Get sunburned.
12:30: Friend calls. He won't be done by 1:00. Freak out (internally, not at him), call and babble at other friend, whose parents happen to be in the area with a car.
12:40: Other friend arrives at room to help move stuff out and put furniture back in place. Friend's parents arrive. Load car.
ca. 12:55: Return key.
12:55-1:15: Move remaining stuff into room.
Afternoon: Go to shopping center. Have too-dry croissant for lunch. Have a wildly successful shopping day (pants and a cardigan for about $35 (combined) that would've gone for about $120 (combined) if they weren't on sale!!! And PEACHES). Grocery shopping is utterly bewildering. What do I need? What do I want to eat? AAAGH, confuzzled!
6:15: Arrive back at room. Prepare to warm up spaghetti and meatballs bought at store. Realize a fork is not immediately available.
6:20-7:00: Madly unpack all boxes looking for forks. Find none despite KNOWING that there are disposable forks SOMEWHERE in there.
7:00: Sniffle, and determine to eat the damn pasta with spoons.
7:00-7:30: Futz on the Internet, feeling rather lonely (roommate isn't here yet) and trying to convince self to get up and do dinner.