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I cant believe Im still going. I've been up for more than 24 hours. Im running off of pure adrenaline. I am starting to get tired though. I've met one of my roommates her name is Sheila. She's pretty damn cool. My apartment is awesome! I have a balcony on the 4th floor that over looks a small river. Sheila said she doesnt mind if people stay with us. So, ya'll can come visit and not have to get a hotel room. As long as its not a ton of people. I have a huge walk in closet. I was worried about how much space I was gonna have, but it was all for nothing. A hurricane is suppose to hit us by friday. My classes have been pushed back a little because of it. I will take pictures soon of my place once I get settled in and send them to whoever wants to see. As soon as I stepped out of the airport I was immediately sticky. Its a really weird feeling, but not that bad. There is a target right across the street, so tomorrow Im gonna go get some stuff. Its so wierd being here. I dont feel like Im staying it feels like Im just a visitor. Crazy, crazy, crazy. Im gonna try to sleep now.