I'm back!
I'm finally back online! ...not that it matters to most of you, because I'm at Rochester College and can come see you any time I damn well please.
So, here's my summer: I got a job at The Great Satan (I wanted to call it The Evil Empire, but Dusty already calls his job that), I worked 40+ hours a week for six weeks, then our store got in trouble with corporate and my hours got cut to 15 a week... they're still there. Except for this week, when I'm getting 30 hours. The week I start classes. Sometimes I think Steve and Misti are actually mentally incompetent.
I'm at Rochester right now, in my dorm room (I moved in Sunday). Classes started Tuesday, and they're all going pretty well (I've actually finished all my homework already; aren't you proud of me?). There's several people from OCS here, which is weird. ...and if Nick keeps being nice to me, I think I'm going to just slap him and get it over with; I feel as though I'm being set up for something.
My roommate and I... well, it's going to be an interesting year. She watches TV almost as much as I read. Not the news, or something fun like cartoons, but soaps. She watches soaps and dramas. Dear God, help. The upside is that I've already survived three roommates from hell; this won't be a problem at all.
Right now I'm just trying to put my life back in order. Living at home's been really hard, and the summer was basically hell, and campus life is proving rather awkward so far... so I'm really 'homesick,' if you can call it that, for my Taylor friends. Actually (this is rather embarrassing), I cried myself to sleep Monday night because I was so miserable. For those of you who've known me for a while, how often do I cry? Like, never. Hopefully, though, things will smooth out, I'll get the job I wanted at the library, and between that and classes and homework I won't have time to be homesick.
*Disclaimer* I won't read the backlogs of everybody's livejournals. Don't expect it; don't request it. I would like to, of course, but I really don't have that sort of time. Do let me know how your summers went and all, though. Heck, just come see me and tell me.
So, here's my summer: I got a job at The Great Satan (I wanted to call it The Evil Empire, but Dusty already calls his job that), I worked 40+ hours a week for six weeks, then our store got in trouble with corporate and my hours got cut to 15 a week... they're still there. Except for this week, when I'm getting 30 hours. The week I start classes. Sometimes I think Steve and Misti are actually mentally incompetent.
I'm at Rochester right now, in my dorm room (I moved in Sunday). Classes started Tuesday, and they're all going pretty well (I've actually finished all my homework already; aren't you proud of me?). There's several people from OCS here, which is weird. ...and if Nick keeps being nice to me, I think I'm going to just slap him and get it over with; I feel as though I'm being set up for something.
My roommate and I... well, it's going to be an interesting year. She watches TV almost as much as I read. Not the news, or something fun like cartoons, but soaps. She watches soaps and dramas. Dear God, help. The upside is that I've already survived three roommates from hell; this won't be a problem at all.
Right now I'm just trying to put my life back in order. Living at home's been really hard, and the summer was basically hell, and campus life is proving rather awkward so far... so I'm really 'homesick,' if you can call it that, for my Taylor friends. Actually (this is rather embarrassing), I cried myself to sleep Monday night because I was so miserable. For those of you who've known me for a while, how often do I cry? Like, never. Hopefully, though, things will smooth out, I'll get the job I wanted at the library, and between that and classes and homework I won't have time to be homesick.
*Disclaimer* I won't read the backlogs of everybody's livejournals. Don't expect it; don't request it. I would like to, of course, but I really don't have that sort of time. Do let me know how your summers went and all, though. Heck, just come see me and tell me.