14th of August 2005

I moved in yesterday and I’m guessing that was Saturday and that today is Sunday, its kind of hard to tell when you spend about a week or so in limbo, where all you needed to remember was what the time was and how long you had before your plane left. So yeah its kind of strange but in the end I guess it all works out. I guess the first thing that came into my mind when I got here was how much I wanted to go home, and that this was really was some backwater of lost hope. Anyway besides realizing I picked a dump to go study, I mean really I could have picked a metropolitan city, I mean that would have been better, but no I’m a dick and I picked some hickville to go to, good thing its only for a year.

Anyway, I made a friend last night, a good friend, a friend who has a car and who knows their way about paper work, the receptionist for my residence hall, guy called Arthur, pretty nice guy, gave me a lift to Wal-Mart to get some stuff like pillows and other things. In hindsight, it might not have been the safest thing to do, accept some strangers offer of a ride. I mean he could have been a serial killer, but then again, so could I, so the chances that he’d kill be were really the same as me killing him. Fair odds really. I met my room mate as well. I’d say his a fuck, but then I’ve only known the guy for about 5 minutes, and from that 5 minutes I’ve found out that his a jock, he does absolutely fucking everything that involves moving. Which you know I think that is kind of cool, I mean hey, his a jock, he’d be gone most of the time so I mean I get the room to myself and that’s cool.