I hate decisions. (You may have noticed that about me). I am also bad at making them. (You probably have noticed that as well). These factors combine to make me absolutely loathe room draw, no matter what my number is. I have never (in all my two times of drawing) come out of room draw without feeling very upset about the decisions I made and the way things turned out.
Not so tonight. I am so happy about the way things turned out. Not only am I finally living in the same dorm as some of my friends, but two of them are living next door to me! Others will be living very nearby, so I have hope that we will not all become reclusive seniors who can't be bothered to leave our singles to seek company. For the Carleton folk among you, I'll be living on third Nourse. Not Evans like I just typed. Leaving Evans, going to Nourse. Leaving the first floor thoroughfare, going to the third floor. Leaving a party dorm and moving to a sub-free floor. I could bubble about it for a while longer, but it's starting to feel a little obnoxious even behind a cut, so I'll just leave it with: I am happy about my living arrangements.
Wait a minute ... shouldn't I be abroad next fall? No. I withdrew my application. For a variety of reasons. I don't really want to talk about it, so ... I won't. :-)
I am highly amused that not only did I submit a preference form for the computer science comps projects, but a couple of my friends requested that I be in their group, even though I have yet to declare a double-major.
I feel very loved.
Considering that earlier today I was considering taking a vow of silence for the remainder of the day because I felt that I was annoying so many people by talking, well ... it's been a long day. And one that ended much better than it started. And no, I have not yet decided to double major. There's some important information that affects my decision that I hope to get in the next couple of days. Until then, I will continue to lead the CS professors on, as andrylisse puts it. Today I'll just bask in the happy ending of my day, and let tomorrow worry about itself.
Good night.