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Well. I made it through my first week. And two more days. Wahoo! Not going to lie they were pretty rough. Now I'm feeling a whole lot better though. Works slowing down so that makes everything better. I actually got home before the sun went down, two days in a row! And I got to see my mom and the bestby today :) Always great. I'm actually caught up on my homework which is a surprise. It's nice being able to have a fresh start in a new place. Easier to change the bad habits I've accumulated over the years. Like procrastinating homework and watching too much tv and not washing my dishes right after I eat and keeping my room clean. Yeah. Those.

An update on the bug situation. An exterminator came and did a heat treatment. So basically they took everything out of the drawers and turned the heat to a hundred and left it like that for seven hours. When I came back from church, all my roommates were sitting in the hall, with our dorm room open, AC blasting, windows open, and there was still sweat dripping down their faces. I was immediately told that I was not to tell anyone that we had bed bugs, but instead that we had had mold. Since I wasn't actually the one who'd had the bugs in my bed, and when you're friends with someone you always have their back, I went along with it. Since I talked about the bugs before I knew this though, I thought you all deserved an update. This doesn't leave the blog, mmmk?

 Since we hadn't been there the exterminator took all our clothes and bedding out then dumped it back, all mixed up. I mean, it's not his fault that he doesn't know which clothes are mine and which are my roommates. When the room finally made it to 80 degrees and it was way past time for bed, we went through and sorted all our clothes again and giggled endlessly about the situation. Yeah, definitely regretting that today, I'm so tired. The last two mornings I've gotted up and walked like a zombie to the bathroom then right back to my bed and sleep for two more hours. Curse you tiny bladder!

My new english class seems like a much better fit for me. I'm a little overwhelmed at the moment because I missed the first two classes and they just dove right in. I've been playing catch up all day now. OH! since I switched classes I had to get new books. I took back my two books for the religion class, and bought five new ones for this class. The cashier who rang me up was not very nice and I'm going to tell her next time I work with her! Goodness! But anyways, I returned two, bought five, and THEY GAVE ME MONEY BACK! Yeah ya, talk about awesome!

Tonight I cooked for the first time in the dorm. The whole building still smells like brocolli cheese rice. Sorry about that! I also had cereal for dinner. But not just any cereal, oh no. REESES PUFFS! My mommy brought me some :)

So my dad loves rock and roll right? And I've watched almost all his documentaries on his favorite musicians. Which is why I was able to have a very long conversation about Joe Bonamassa and Joe Satriani tonight. Yes, my dad should be proud of me.

Well, breaks over. Time to do some more homework. Woo! Goodnight.

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