This Time Next Week

Yeah, so this time next week, I'll be set up in my dorm. Freshman year at a state school, living in the newest dorm that's environmentally friendly on the first floor, which never happens to a freshman. I'll probably have the bed next to the door to our room and the door leading to our bathroom, which will be awful because the dorm door is right next to an outside door.

I'm hopping that when I get there we'll be able to get everything the way we want it to be. Honestly, I hate being by the door but I'm too paranoid to be next to the window. I'm not keen on matching any decor. If she doesn't like my rugs or something, I don't care. It's my stuff and I'll have my side of the room and she'll have hers. Not the best way to look at it but I'm not fashion forward and I don't think I have to be, when it comes to my room decor. Eh, enough about that.

I probably won't post next Thursday, because that's when I leave town officially but I'm crossing my fingers. Perhaps I'll at least get a quick connection, to say I'm here and everything's great. Not that I think anyone reads these mad ramblings, I know I sure wouldn't. I'm hoping by next Friday night I'll have my connection up and everything

So, yeah. Not thrilled about leaving this room, I kinda like living in a space by myself, more or less. I don't have to worry about someone else going through my stuff, asking to borrow a shirt, eating some of my food without asking, looking through my notes, possibly trying to break into my computer, looking over my shoulder - I don't like it at all, but even though I'm willing to take out a loan to pay for the newer, eco-friendly building, I'm not willing to fork over the nearly four thousand five hundred dollars needed to have my own room. I'd rather rent an apartment.

I know I'm taking some things up there - after all, that's what I spent most of the summer packing. But I also know that I'll be buying a lot of things once I'm up there. I'm not looking forward to it. Honestly, I'm scared. I've never been so far away from my family for such a long time and with grams so sick? I don't want to be. I don't want to leave Jerry, I don't want to leave my friends who are staying local. But I chose this school for me and for at least the first year, I'll stick with it. After that, I may come running home, because that place is big and it's scary and there are going to be a lot of people that are going to be rat bastards but there are going to be a lot of people who are going to be great, like Michael. I just hope I don't regret anything.

After all, I'm going to college to continue learning, the book style. If I wanted to keep learning real life experience, I would be saying 'Would you like fries with that?' After my sister's wedding, this should be a piece of cake, right? Right.

Good night world, have a good weekend and I'll see you Monday. Twitter twitter.