You know I keep a blog, right?

I don't really talk about it anywhere else on the Internet (at least, so far), but since this is Live Journal, I feel like it's appropriate to link to another journal-type deal. Right? Right?

You may find it here. I apologize in advance for its being boring, but whatever. No one probably reads this except for people who already know I am. :-)

 What do you wear to dinner with the president of your school? I live in the old servants' quarters of her house, and someone in her posse or whatever invited us over in a few weeks. I honestly thought, "I could always iron my jeans without the holes"... um, I'll keep thinking about that.

I've been in school about three and a half days, and I've cried three or four times. I'm not sure what my beef is, because things aren't that bad: 

--Nichki and Keir are back, so I have somewhere to walk to that isn't my classes or my apartment or the dining hall
--I have two new plants in my room. In addition to Donna, there's now Irene and Tolerance (Elissa hopes her Tolerance of SLC will grow as she waters it). 
--I miss Nate like crazy, but I still see him every other weekend and talk to him constantly. It's not at all bad--I think we do the long-distance thing pretty well--but it's not exactly preferred.
--I've missed Elissa like... I really miss a tissue, when I have a runny nose in class and no Kleenex on me (sorry). 
--This house is cold, but less cold than my house in Watertown. 
--I am knitting a cool hat, and if I ever finish it, it'll compliment the weird teddy-bear-pelt coat thing I've been wearing lately. I look like an immigrant grandmother (in other words, I fit in at SLC).
--I can have mozz. sticks WHENEVER I WANT. FOR FREE. MY CAPS LOCK IS NOT BROKEN. I REALLY LIKE MOZZARELLA STICKS.


The only really shitty thing going on at the moment is that I haven't gotten into a third class yet. This is a Very Big Deal and I am in Very Big Trouble with my don (a don is like a personal guidance counselor or advisor here). She expects me to be much more assertive and vocal about worming my way into an already full class, but noise and pushiness aren't really my thing. I've been passively e-mailing the professors my roommates already have for classes, and am crossing my fingers. It's not going to work. I'm going to be put in one of the only open classes left (Physics, Math, Chemistry....). 


No one else is home and I've been blasting "Kashmir" and making model poses in the mirror. I better finish making my bed before someone comes back. 
 

hell yeah!