Still no internet at home. I'm cooling off in the Strozier Library on campus. I'm illegally parked, but I hope that no one cares because classes don't properly start until August the 28th and I didn't see any patrols around campus. (There's nowhere to park here, by the way; if you thought CSUP and UCLA were bad, you had no idea. At FSU they just assume you don't have a car. There are, like, only a hundred parking places on campus. I exaggerate as usual, but still.)
Did I mention it's fucking hot! And I can't get cable at my house. I don't give a shit, but I think my roommate is going to have a stroke when I tell her. We're going to have to get satellite. Hopefully we can get Dish Network since it's only $20 a month; that DirectTV bullshit is, like $45 a month.
It's quiet in the library. I never used to go to CSUP's. I liked when I could use the internet in the boisterous environs of the Theatre Department. (Cal Poly was cool like that: you never even had to leave the Theatre building.)
Eh. Sorry I don't call and I don't write. I'm not feeling at ease here and I feel like if I call any of you I'll just whine for an hour on the telephone. We can talk when I'm feeling more stable. Right now I'm in full, utter panic mode. I was on the phone with my dad yesterday having a nervous breakdown. (Not that he could help, but he was awake and willing to listen.)
Orientation starts on Monday and the schedule is—no joke—8:30a to 7:30p every day. They have us running all over campus and doing all of these workshops like maniacs. I will be happy when roommate arrives (and when my fucking furniture arrives), then I'll have someone to bitch-fest with (and somewhere to sit while I do it.)
Much love.
Call me if you really need to hear my voice, but be warned: the outgoing message is none too happy. I refuse to leave a crazy outgoing recording until I am comfortable here. (It may take a month or so...)
Peace Out.
Sake Bomb
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