Entry No. 40

Yesterday I made a journey back up to the Hop. Helped Dan move in, went to lunch with his mom and dad and Affan. Nivia moved in and I got the stuff from Jenny's and moved that in.
I am pleasantly surprised about our digs. They're pretty nice. Larger than I thought, although extremely poor spacial planning in my room has all the power sockets in the side of the room that it makes sense to put the bed on. The bed covers all the power sockets. Frustrating. I might just extension cord the hell out of it and duct tape the cords against the base board. We'll see how it works on Sunday.

Going back up on Friday to take some more crap up and help French move in. We're an interesting bunch, is 705. "Frenchie", "Red", "Nivs", and "Banana". I'm actually sort of excited about this year. Although why I decided taking two history classes would be a good idea, I don't know. I'm going to try to get into a museums class. I don't know why I think I'll be able to swing a museum job if writing falls through the roof, but I'm clinging to that hope. God's going to end up sending me to a missionary job in like, the Ukraine or something and my ridiculous 40K a year education will be completely stupid... just you watch.

I'm thinking about transferring next year anyway. Probably Mary-Washington. Although, I'll tell you something: the idea of filling out one more flaming college application gives me the hebee jebees. Blech.

Yesterday I had some time to kill at the Hop between when Nivs and all the S/O As went to their meeting and dinner with Jenny (AWESOME sushi... good God, it'd been a while). Went to B&N and got a few magazines and sat there writing. Pretty sure I was two tables down from Andrew Palmer, but had no idea how to start a conversation w/out it being completely awkward. Read one of the magazines last night: Juxtapoz. It's an art and culture magazine I'd never seen before. BEST new art stuff. Got a lot of tattoo design ideas as well as a lot of wall collage ideas. One side of my room in 705 is going to be completely covered with collage, I've decided. In the shape of a giant 'H'. I think. Or an arrow. Anyway--- Mike Giant = <3.

The other magazine was Poets & Writers. Started reading it about twenty minutes ago and realized there was an interview/article on Stephen Dixon. Which is extremely cool. (Does anyone notice how many fragments I use when I write? Good God!) So anyway-- go pick up Poets & Writers.

Today I'm going to Target. It will be the first time I've ever bought a microwave.

I have too much to pack and I'm a little overwhelmed. Meh!

H.