Okay, so I'm going to cry
Yay for a new city. Yay for a new school.
But now I have no phone, I have about... ooohhh.. $.70 all in nickels
(Well, until the stupid lady
sends my deposit back), I have no friends, I sit in my apartment every night and.... wait, excitement, READ. Well, I digress, that's not that bad, because it's a really great book. As for the friends part, I'm sure that maybe I can fix that once I get a phone, but I'm way too shy to just randomly start calling people from a payphone on a corner while I'm freezing my ass off (Not to mention, those nickels will only buy me about 2 phone calls). The other day, I found myself driving the whole 50 miles home for... coffee, quiche, and a hug
. I guess it's not that bad. I guess that I will be fine. But I'm lonely, and I'm broke, and I'm stressed out, after... two days of being here!
Please stop me before I go on my rant about my new school's amazingly retarded levels of communication between staff and newly admitted students... There's a whole new writeup. Apparently, they just expected me to have $10,000 sitting magically up my sleeve yesterday, or else
. It sucks a lot. But it's not as bad as it could be, and... it'll get better. People don't just move and have tons of friends beating down their door the very next day, do they? Hell, it took me a whole semester at Tampa
to feel even remotely comfortable. Give it time
... give it time...
But in other matters, seriously you guys, I think there's something evil in my apartment
. I couldn't sleep for two hours last night because I thought the shadows on my ceiling were going to eat me... No, I wasn't on acid
, and no, I'm not afraid of the dark
. Just... at night, alone, this place puts the fear of god in me. I have nightmares, I see things; hell, my bathroom door just opened by itself the other day while I was washing my face
. Maybe I'm freaking out... but shit, that place really does scare me...