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Sep. 10th, 2005 09:33 am
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I was just waiting to go up to check-in registration for Boundary and for them to say, "What? no, you're back in O-House." Or Dyson. I dunno. Justin is in my room at Oglethorpe, so at least I'm safe that way. That nightmare is logged in next to the one I get every time I get a piece of SCAD mail that I'm utterly *positive* is going to say, "Dear Ms. Hoey, we regret to inform you that you have been kicked out of SCAD. You suck and we dont care. Have fun at community college." For the record, last time I had a panic attack over this (I'm not kidding. I actually do.), it turned out to be the congratulatory letter for making the Dean's List. *eyeroll* I dont know where this comes from. Maybe because I didnt finish highschool or something, and I'm so used to leaving after one or two years, wherever I'm going to school. SCAD is the first school I've actually *liked*. Ever. There is sooo much bullshit to get through, but when you look at it logically, its all totally worth it. I realized that over summer when someone asked me the generic, "so hows school?" question and I genuinely said I loved it and couldnt wait to get back. ... Huh. Now *theres* a new feeling.
Anyway, nothing horrible happened. I'm in boundary apartment 1107, room B. Its soo nice. And the rug matches all my stuff. Its black. Oh, and it exists. Thats good enough for me after Oglethorpe. That, and the window opens, theres a ton of closet space, and I moved my drafting table to the living room as a dining table so I have so much open space. Its wonderful. I even got a mosquito net canopy for my bed and Ryuuku and the bamboo are doing well. I hope.
But will someone *please* get my room mates multiple and giant families out of here!? They're pawing over all my kitchen stuff and generally getting in the way. I somehow managed to move in on my own. I'm sure my room mates can too. Geez. Ashley's family wont even let her unpack her own stuff. Its absurd.
But I have my carpet and my opening window and MY OWN FUCKING SPACE *ahem* ...so I'm good.

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