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This morning, while Marisa and I were still snug in our beds, there was a loud knock on the door, and lo, it was the mover man. He got rid of the old, stacked drawers and lugged in my dresser, and then he debunked the bunk beds and pulled out my bed and instead of doing homework like I'd intended on my day off (my poli sci teacher had to fly to Quebec for a family emergency, so we have no class until next Wednesday) I moved in.
Now all my stuff is here and my bed is made and I have clothes hanging in a closet and I set up my printer and life is so good. My own room! Yay!
In other news, I've hung out two days straight with Marisa, and she is so much fun and I'm very glad she's my roommate. Also, I talked to Heather on the phone on her birthday, and I've been emailing Philly in France, and I finally saw Carol for dinner... I like keeping in contact with my friends.
(Ollie doesn't like me anymore, though. She has no time in her busy schedule for moiiiii.)
Now all my stuff is here and my bed is made and I have clothes hanging in a closet and I set up my printer and life is so good. My own room! Yay!
In other news, I've hung out two days straight with Marisa, and she is so much fun and I'm very glad she's my roommate. Also, I talked to Heather on the phone on her birthday, and I've been emailing Philly in France, and I finally saw Carol for dinner... I like keeping in contact with my friends.
(Ollie doesn't like me anymore, though. She has no time in her busy schedule for moiiiii.)