i am so updating from room 302, dorothy webster, mariett@ college, ole.

and can i just tell you? this is the coolest dorm room i've ever seen.

i don't have the patience to write this entry as i feel i should. the jumble of emotions moving day causes - the nervousness that set in ten miles away, leaving family, reuniting with friends, messages from profs no less than an hour after i get in (mc peeps can probably guess who), running into profs at kmart, this has ceased to be emotional things, but you know i'm too bouncy to stay on track too long.

after dinner and saying goodbye to my mom and janice and steven, i found myself locked out of my new room, unable to locate an ra, and without anyone to talk to. so i took to pacing around the third floor, which is not large: circle the study lounge, hallway, bathroom, repeat.

i don't know what i was doing. i worked myself up into this fit of nervousness: i can't handle this, i can't do the work, i'm not ready. and then slowly i was overcome by one of my patented raaa not-angry let's go moods: i am one with this floor, this building, this campus, i've got it down, let's go.

words fail. suffice, it was good.

anyway almost everything is unpacked and in a proper place that will exist for, at most, one week, before predictably being thrown all over the floor. whatever, our room rocks, and you should come see it if you've got the poison, we've got some band-aids, it is off the heezy for sheezy, yes, indeed, go shortie, it's your birthday, i always say.

and say hi to our raccoon friend, who needs a name, but we're afraid he would take that as a formal invitation. damn, he is cute, and i have to admit, not completely unwelcome.

and with tomorrow lies, always, the hope of increased coherence.