...is it spring break yet?
no, kristen, no... about 50 more days. --;;
well, no fear. things should get MUCH better once I'm out of this room.
I went to the housing office today and sunk my kreeton claws into the room in leavey 5 I looked at yesterday. initially, when you move somewhere new, you only get 48 hours to make the transition-- but since I haven't been feeling well, my schedule is madness, and I don't have anyone to help for the time being (not until friday), they're giving me a whopping 96 or so hours to do it!! (unusual lenience from the housing office... life has felt so apocolyptic lately!) so I have until monday morning to be all set. but, I plan on being done on friday night-- I've already done a lot of packing here, and it's a matter of moving it all upstairs. it's nothing like when I moved out for the summer at all.
the roommate here has been driving me INSANE. I seriously think she expects me to bend to her every whim. she finally noticed that I've taken down all the decoration from my walls-- I guess she missed the boxes and bags of all my worldy goods-- and asked me what was up. I didn't know what to do, but then her stupid phone rang and distracted her. phew.
the big stuff I'm saving for friday is the bedding (which I'll have to wash on friday, aside from the laundry I plan to do tomorrow), the electronic stuff, and some clothes. tomorrow I'll move in desk/kitchen stuff, some toiletries as I see fit, some clothes, and the other random stuff...
I'm supposed to check back in on the room in a half hour or so, when the other girls should be around. I have to discuss furniture arrangements with my new roomy, monet... and get to know her! (actually, it turns out she and I are friends on myspace. a very welcome and pleasant surprise!!)
I'm excited for the new room, and for the new girls, and for the chance to get my life back. I'm sorta nervous, and it's really stressful doing all this, but mom and I and everyone else really think that this is the beginning of the light. I sure hope so. school is picking up and I don't have anymore time to be sick, to hate where I'm living, and to not enjoy this experience in general.
oh yeah, so I met with john dillon last night to discuss my toolbox grade. and it was......creepy. he was SO nice to me. he shook my hand and everything. and I sorta forgot for a second that I was supposed to hate him. it's weird. I want to put the john dillon period of my life behind me now. *affirmative nod*
and then there's austin!! I was supposed to help him move this weekend... so I guess I won't be able to do much on friday. but, since I'm aiming to be done that night, maybe we can still sea each other at the nighttime? or he can come on saturday? I still wanna help him. and he has so much more moving to do than I do.
calvin brought me del taco last night at 1 in the morning. I was feeling really gross and had the munchies, and even though I felt too blech to make the expedition to del taco, he still brought me some. ^^ awwww!!
I felt really confident and happy today. I was happy that my housing stuff was working out, I was happy to think that soon I'll be rid of this wretched girl, and I was even willing to overlook the fact that I can't seem to stop coughing. I even won a song on itunes on my bottle of pepsi! the world was my burrito. (...and then I went to maya class, which made my head want to explode.)
justin is moving in to leavey 5, too. I knew he wouldn't last in tenderich.
I have quite the social network going for me in leavey 5 now... how nice!
I wanna go out and party. I guess I need to feel better first, but I really just wanna go out and slap around and go dancing and sing karaoke, and lose myself in the night like I used to. these last few weeks have been so rough.
but this is the beginning of the end of that... right?
every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
I have faith, despite everything else. what doesn't kill you sure makes you stronger, and at the rate I'm going, I think I can pass that off as being my motto....
well, no fear. things should get MUCH better once I'm out of this room.
I went to the housing office today and sunk my kreeton claws into the room in leavey 5 I looked at yesterday. initially, when you move somewhere new, you only get 48 hours to make the transition-- but since I haven't been feeling well, my schedule is madness, and I don't have anyone to help for the time being (not until friday), they're giving me a whopping 96 or so hours to do it!! (unusual lenience from the housing office... life has felt so apocolyptic lately!) so I have until monday morning to be all set. but, I plan on being done on friday night-- I've already done a lot of packing here, and it's a matter of moving it all upstairs. it's nothing like when I moved out for the summer at all.
the roommate here has been driving me INSANE. I seriously think she expects me to bend to her every whim. she finally noticed that I've taken down all the decoration from my walls-- I guess she missed the boxes and bags of all my worldy goods-- and asked me what was up. I didn't know what to do, but then her stupid phone rang and distracted her. phew.
the big stuff I'm saving for friday is the bedding (which I'll have to wash on friday, aside from the laundry I plan to do tomorrow), the electronic stuff, and some clothes. tomorrow I'll move in desk/kitchen stuff, some toiletries as I see fit, some clothes, and the other random stuff...
I'm supposed to check back in on the room in a half hour or so, when the other girls should be around. I have to discuss furniture arrangements with my new roomy, monet... and get to know her! (actually, it turns out she and I are friends on myspace. a very welcome and pleasant surprise!!)
I'm excited for the new room, and for the new girls, and for the chance to get my life back. I'm sorta nervous, and it's really stressful doing all this, but mom and I and everyone else really think that this is the beginning of the light. I sure hope so. school is picking up and I don't have anymore time to be sick, to hate where I'm living, and to not enjoy this experience in general.
oh yeah, so I met with john dillon last night to discuss my toolbox grade. and it was......creepy. he was SO nice to me. he shook my hand and everything. and I sorta forgot for a second that I was supposed to hate him. it's weird. I want to put the john dillon period of my life behind me now. *affirmative nod*
and then there's austin!! I was supposed to help him move this weekend... so I guess I won't be able to do much on friday. but, since I'm aiming to be done that night, maybe we can still sea each other at the nighttime? or he can come on saturday? I still wanna help him. and he has so much more moving to do than I do.
calvin brought me del taco last night at 1 in the morning. I was feeling really gross and had the munchies, and even though I felt too blech to make the expedition to del taco, he still brought me some. ^^ awwww!!
I felt really confident and happy today. I was happy that my housing stuff was working out, I was happy to think that soon I'll be rid of this wretched girl, and I was even willing to overlook the fact that I can't seem to stop coughing. I even won a song on itunes on my bottle of pepsi! the world was my burrito. (...and then I went to maya class, which made my head want to explode.)
justin is moving in to leavey 5, too. I knew he wouldn't last in tenderich.
I have quite the social network going for me in leavey 5 now... how nice!
I wanna go out and party. I guess I need to feel better first, but I really just wanna go out and slap around and go dancing and sing karaoke, and lose myself in the night like I used to. these last few weeks have been so rough.
but this is the beginning of the end of that... right?
every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
I have faith, despite everything else. what doesn't kill you sure makes you stronger, and at the rate I'm going, I think I can pass that off as being my motto....