So my first night was.....interesting.

When my parents left, I just settled in to my dorm until we had a hall meeting at 9 PM. Then we were told we had the Ross Commons Olympics to attend, which were done by floors. It was pretty fun - I participated, I did a walk off, like in zoolander, except probably not as cool.

I woke up this morning and went out to use the shower, and I found someone had, during the night, drawn a picture of a penis on my little dry-erase board, and written a bubble that says "Fuck Me". Was this due to my involvement? I wondered. Maybe. But as I looked down the hall, a few other people had this problem too (of homophobic graffiti, I mean), so I felt less singled-out. But I still....don't like that problem. I have a feeling I know the room that did it, maybe, and I don't like having to deal with that shit where I live. I'm sure people will mention it to someone, and it'll get figured out....not good for the first night.

Well, today I have a class and figure out my other three classes - let's see how this goes.


.....alright.....love to Massachusetts. There.

So not much has happened - the Prodigal Son didn't happen, my computer isn't ready for purchase yet, and I'm still meandering about.

I stop working, in theory, on Friday the 1st of September, so I'm psyched about that.

No car. Little sleep. Lot's of silence.

At the moment, to be blunt, I'm sick of life - I just am.

I'm sorry. That was a depressing entry. Oh well.






Nine days until departure.

Only Marie will really understand this journal title...


So I just got back from the big city today, with a few extra items but unfortunately, no suits to my name (yet). They will come, though.

We had us an adventure in Chinatown and Rockefeller square, but we persevered and....ate a lot of fancy food.

Still a lot of shit going on in every part of my life, it seems. I don't ever know what the hell is going on all at once, just bits and pieces.

Got work tomorrow. Still no car.

It just plain sucks. I'm sorry, it just does.



Somehow, it'll all work out. This college nonsense.

I haven't been able to fall asleep until 2 at the earliest for a week - and just last night, it wasn't until something like 4/5 in the morning. I'm not liking this.

I'm mildly annoyed about having no car for the moment, but I'm being patient and just waiting. Until then, I have to figure out a whole bunch of ride situations I never had to care about before....

Time is dissapearing.





And it seems that, the less I see people, the more I just feel like not bothering, and entering self-exile.







And it seems like this summer just wants to squeeze me dry.

I am so fucking dead.....we didn't get out of work until 10 PM tonight (normally, we get out at 9), and I haven't been able to fall asleep until 3:30 AM for the past three nights....

UGH.