All right, so I've actually been dragging refrigerators up three flights of stairs, going to orientation activities, and unpacking. Have I been unpacking... Though I would probably do well to step out for some strappy halters and Sun-In. Maybe then I'd stop attracting wary looks.

In spite of what the previous paragraph may imply, stuff's nice on this side. The members of the female population don't look like cookie-cutter images of each other, really, and campus is gorgeous, aside from the fact that a dead crow on college property recently tested positive for the West Nile virus. Very few buildings have air conditioning, but having gone the first sixteen years of my life without it, that isn't affecting me as...drastically as it is some people. And then there are the roommates. One lives in town and spends most of her time socializing and the like, but Austine, Texas-girl, is usually around.

Right then, Austine, roommate o' mine, I will do my best to be honest, to be fair, to help where I am needed, to nod in right places while you spill the story of you and you quasi-boyfriend, your insecurities, and how the modesty you keep locked so close to your heart prevented you from understanding half the jokes the comedian told last night. You're a nice sort of person and, seeing as I'm living with you, I'll make an effort not to unsettle you with my sense of humor, such as it is. (Mind, when I smiled the other day, the girl asked me if I was all right. Does my face really look like it'll break if I twitch a lip in the wrong direction?)

Anyway, dorm life is interesting. I've managed to socialize a bit; in one instance, I became acquainted with two girls when I happened to walk past their room while they were blaring "My Strongest Suit." Dramarats both, as it turned out. Hee.

My advisor is one of the drama profs; met her today, got schedule, etc. Somehow I was placed in Biology and given a weekly lab. It suits me just fine, though supposedly almost no one is ever given the sciences they want. Makes me wonder how in the world someone accepted as late as I was managed to pull it off.

I'll also be taking both the theatre courses I requested, and English, and, er, The Role of Women in Opera.

Right. I'm sure that's the elective they stick students in when they have no clue where else to put them. Can we say add/drop period? I want to try for the maximum number of credits; might as well...

And now back to decorating my walls. I'll have to get to work on the ceiling soon; it's disconcerting to lie in bed, look up, and see nothing but blank whiteness. The neo-Sistine look remedies these things so nicely. Speaking of ceilings, I've slept on the top bunk for the first time in my life and haven't fallen off once. I am unduly pleased with myself.

Adieu.