My next door neighbor is pretty cool. She's not a student for the summer, just working. I'm a little surprised that they let non-students stay in the dorms, but I guess it gives me someone to talk to if I'm ever desperately bored.
I found out that there's only two RAs for the whole building, so there's really no rules, which is pretty epic. Apparently there's a girl across the hall from me living with her boyfriend over the summer. Righteous.
My class starts tomorrow, and I'm totally not prepared. I have absolutely no idea how this is going to go. As of right now, I can't print anything because my printer isn't compatible with my MacBook (yet).
I feel really out of place here. I don't feel like I belong here at all. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I smoke like a train and swear like a sailor. It could have to do with the shot glass that's sitting on my desk in front of me. Who knows, maybe I'll find a group of Middle-Eastern loving hookah-smoking geeks this week.
This is me, and I'm just alive.