lay your head down child, i won't let the boogeyman come
i'm posted up at OU.
Now what?
I definitely spent the first two days absolutely miserable, too scared to go try and meet people, hiding in my room and going home every chance i got, etc. i have my own room, which is cool because it's a room meant for 2 people (ie, bigger than a single), but i'm the only one in it. but at the same time it sucks cause i don't even have that one person i'm forced to get to know. so i don't know.
my mom was talking about she was going to take me home this afternoon and keep me overnight, but when i asked her to come get me around dinner time, she was all like "i don't feel like it." so i was ready to sit in my room all night and continue doing jack shit by myself and not at all happy about it, but for one reason or another i decided to try and go to the freshman activity walk to some mansion thing. I left my room 3 minutes late and missed the group leaving, so i spent an hour trying to get directions to this mansion (which ended up being 2 mi. away) and being told by the desk RA that it's too far away and i should forget about going. as i'm finally leaving to go walk there, i get stopped by 2 guys coming up the hill who told me it wasn't worth it. so i hung out with mike and joel all night instead and ended up actually out of my room talking to people. woah.
yay for people actually coming up to me for a change. a lot less terrifying.
i need a wrench, a futon, another tapestry, a poster or two, some sheer-ish dark fabric, white christmas lights (the kind that blink and the ones that don't), colored christmas lights, and some rope lights. also some pretty fabric with which to cover the ugly beaten up wood frame that is my bed.
but i'm not complaining about the room. this room is a cinder block bunker with a thick metal door. i could survive nuclear armegeddon if only i had the contents of my kitchen at home. and it's carpeted. and it's mine.
even better, i talked to aaron for quite a while today. i heard he was in some pain with his wisdom teeth out, so i called to let him know i was hoping he was alright and we just bullshitted for a little while. it felt so good to talk to him again, i missed him a lot.
i was setting up my room until quarter to 5 this morning. i'm going back to sleep.
Now what?
I definitely spent the first two days absolutely miserable, too scared to go try and meet people, hiding in my room and going home every chance i got, etc. i have my own room, which is cool because it's a room meant for 2 people (ie, bigger than a single), but i'm the only one in it. but at the same time it sucks cause i don't even have that one person i'm forced to get to know. so i don't know.
my mom was talking about she was going to take me home this afternoon and keep me overnight, but when i asked her to come get me around dinner time, she was all like "i don't feel like it." so i was ready to sit in my room all night and continue doing jack shit by myself and not at all happy about it, but for one reason or another i decided to try and go to the freshman activity walk to some mansion thing. I left my room 3 minutes late and missed the group leaving, so i spent an hour trying to get directions to this mansion (which ended up being 2 mi. away) and being told by the desk RA that it's too far away and i should forget about going. as i'm finally leaving to go walk there, i get stopped by 2 guys coming up the hill who told me it wasn't worth it. so i hung out with mike and joel all night instead and ended up actually out of my room talking to people. woah.
yay for people actually coming up to me for a change. a lot less terrifying.
i need a wrench, a futon, another tapestry, a poster or two, some sheer-ish dark fabric, white christmas lights (the kind that blink and the ones that don't), colored christmas lights, and some rope lights. also some pretty fabric with which to cover the ugly beaten up wood frame that is my bed.
but i'm not complaining about the room. this room is a cinder block bunker with a thick metal door. i could survive nuclear armegeddon if only i had the contents of my kitchen at home. and it's carpeted. and it's mine.
even better, i talked to aaron for quite a while today. i heard he was in some pain with his wisdom teeth out, so i called to let him know i was hoping he was alright and we just bullshitted for a little while. it felt so good to talk to him again, i missed him a lot.
i was setting up my room until quarter to 5 this morning. i'm going back to sleep.