(dorm)
eeeee. It's 12:12AM Massachusetts time. I'm officially moved into my dorm room. I have a bed and a papasan chair and a fan and blueberries and no roommate, and I know how to spell the name of the state I'm in. And I'm nervous. And I can't imagine going to sleep right now. But I think I should.
And I love my room. Maybe just because it's mine, but the clean walls and stuff don't hurt. It's open and quiet and comfy. And I've gotta stop eating blueberries.
I do miss watching Family Guy with Adrian. Maybe I can round up some Smithies to do that with me.
There's someone I really, really want to hear from. But I'm not going to call him; I don't want to push too hard, even though I think at this point he might not mind. Still, I want to know the answer. So I'll post it here because saying that to an invisible audience will help me feel better, and I'll sit tight for a week or so and hope that the phone rings with him on the other end.
And I love my room. Maybe just because it's mine, but the clean walls and stuff don't hurt. It's open and quiet and comfy. And I've gotta stop eating blueberries.
I do miss watching Family Guy with Adrian. Maybe I can round up some Smithies to do that with me.
There's someone I really, really want to hear from. But I'm not going to call him; I don't want to push too hard, even though I think at this point he might not mind. Still, I want to know the answer. So I'll post it here because saying that to an invisible audience will help me feel better, and I'll sit tight for a week or so and hope that the phone rings with him on the other end.
posted by Alex at 12:12 PM
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