Denial

That's what I'm in. I am in denial that classes are starting tomorrow (well, today). I am also in denial that my room is a pig sty. Well, not really the second one.

But, I really can't believe that school is starting already! Where did the time go?? Looking back, summer seems to have whizzed by. I still have to write a paper for the Dana Internship Scholarship stuff... ARGH... I just haven't had time... rather... the motivation for it was quite lacking.

Oh... fun stories...

today at my first official floor meeting, I talked about the most... horrible stories... EVER... le sigh. I'm not sure what kind of impression I made on my floor... Probably an annoying PRAT... damn it... I didn't mean to do that.

So I go to knock on a resident's door so I can drag him forcibly to my meeting. As I knock on the door, I suddenly hear the tell-tale sound of "squeak squeak" of bedsprings.... So i stopped knocking and turned away... but in that moment, part of me thought... DAMN IT don't have sex... come to my MEETING!! it's mandatory... the posters said so :P ... but I didn't actually say that... maybe I should have... probably wouldn't have heard me anyways over all that squeaking...

I like my floor. Even if I made a bad impression on them. So far. I make no promises about liking them in the future.

Now I shall pass out.

Goodnight people.