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I got a message on my voicemail last night around 2am; my friend Melissa had called to ask a question of me. "Nikki, I'm planning on transferring to Hawaii. I was wondering what school you were going to, because I'm looking at UHManoa." I don't remember what the rest of the message was because my first response was "WHEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!" No one has any idea how happy I am to hear that someone I know may be going with me.
Still looking for housing, though. They've yet to put up the blasted non-freshman application. Fucking pissants. And out of 15,000 students, they only can house about 2,500 on campus. That's ridiculous, and I need somewhere to fucking live. Assholes! ;_;
I need to clean my basement, though. Mother keeps bitching at me about it.
Still looking for housing, though. They've yet to put up the blasted non-freshman application. Fucking pissants. And out of 15,000 students, they only can house about 2,500 on campus. That's ridiculous, and I need somewhere to fucking live. Assholes! ;_;
I need to clean my basement, though. Mother keeps bitching at me about it.