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Dormin' it up!

Look. I'm in college. And I have crazy roommate pictures to prove it.






You probably found yourself waking up this morning wondering how my day was going to be. Or in my case, you didn't sleep very much last night so you got to wonder even longer. Well, I'm happy to say that I'm still alive. That's right, I'm living in a dorm at this current moment. Luckily for me, I had to work this morning, so I didn't really have time to think about how it was my last night in my bed for awhile and my last time not clearing the time on the microwave to annoy my brother a little bit ;) Nope, I had to rush out the door to beat traffic. And hastily throw in a last few items that I'd neglected the night before. Like shoes. Those are kind of important.

Work was cool. Actually, it was fun! I opened with a bunch of cool people. One girl had even been published before. We're going to talk books next time she said. The most amusing part of the day was when one guy asked another guy if he had a boyfriend, and he said yes, and we all thought that he was kidding. But he wasn't. Then he went on to explain how he was the normal kind of gay guy. I have nothing against gay people, it was just a funny day.

Except for when I embarrassed myself in front of the WHOLE store. Ok, that was funny too. A girl came up to the cash register and asked me to page the book floor lead to the kiosk. Well, this one guy was in the way of the phone so I waited for him to move, and then pushed him. Then I picked up the phone to page. This is what came out of my mouth.

"Can I get a blook foor, I mean book   floor   lead to, uh, where are we?     Oh. The metro registers please."

Yep. That's what the whole floor got to hear. I freaked out and forgot the word for kiosk. So I asked my compatriots for help, but said it into the phone. Woo! Go me for making the whole store laugh!

Anyways. So after work when I realized that my fly had been undone for the past two hours, I just didn't care because I was so tired. Aaaannddd it was move in time. Whippee! I walked over to my dorm, my feet screaming the whole way after standing so long, and there the bestby was running towards me! And my family was waiting for me with all my stuff. My mom had even gone and bought some of my favorite foods and put them in a box. That made me smile. My first care package! I went in and went through the confusing process that was check in. Since it was all over the place, the bestby was the only one who accompanied me. Then, we started moving in. Since I was on the fourth floor and the line for the elevators was ridiculous, my whole family can thank me for the great workout today. Thank you guys for moving my stuff!!!!!!!!!!!! They're all so sweet.

Saying goodbye wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. It will probably hit me tomorrow and I'll probably be crying and inconsolable. Is that why the RA's have so many activities for us to do? And that I'm ditching all of? Because, ha, I kind of have a job and other things to do than eat pancakes. Like, I don't know, work, orientation for my honors program, more work, figure out how to balance everything and yeah, work. Hey guys, I'm tired. Go away.

My roommates awesome. We've already watched an episode of NCIS and are not going to any of the activities, because we're cool like that. I don't want to jinx it, but I think it's going to be a good year. I've got all my stuff sort of thrown around the place. Just kidding. It's somewhat organized. Not entirely sure where to put everything yet :) Look, this is where I'mma be living.

Oh sorry. This is a picture of my wild crazy college side. I put my pajamas on at nine and did this. Yeah. I know. Pretty crazy. 


See that right there? In the corner? Yeah, that's the beginnings of my collage. It's going to be a great collage of awesomeness and love. Your pictures probably on it, just saying. ;) 

I'm so tired right now a walrus could bite me in the but. I don't know why it would do that, but it would. Goodnight world. 





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