#move in

4 days till move in!!!

Moving in for college! I managed to get an exemption from the first year live on requirement, and got a garage space (part of mygrandparent’s house) to live in!

Also, I have way too many plushy’s … some literally had to be put in my closet!

Should Lucy really decide to move in with Tim, will Rodge move in with Celina? Or is it to soon?

Howdy! I'm Emmi, you're my roomie, right? Yeah? I hope we'll be great friends. I know that's an awful thing to say as a first greeting because than like what if you find me unbearable but I'm really banking on trauma bonding here because What The Fuck, right? One minute I'm trying to avoid some kooks while I was paddling out and then I see a shadow under the water and then wham, next thing I know I'm waking up with a bag over my head and my ears all fucked up like getting too deep underwater too quick, and then some cunt is up in my face telling me I should be grateful that I've been given the opportunity to awaken my mystical potential so I— well. Handled it poorly. And then they put me in here. I got the orientation slideshow but it didn't really help much.

....sorry, I talk a lot, and it's been a hell of a day. At least I got out of the room a bit— in the common room the RAs— they're called some bullshit, but they're RAs— have covered everything in boxes of sheet sets and room supplies, so that's where I got everything I've got on my side of the room. Aren't the sheets beautiful? My family always... star themed everything. And they don't seem too worn. Some of the boxes had stuff that looked a little better loved, but some people like that. I did get this lamp that has this little bronze fox hiding in the tree-trunk base— you see him there? His nose is all polished and bright. Somebody had this and just— pet his nose.

I don't quite know what to feel about the sources of those boxes but— well. It's nice to have bedsheets.