I'm excited about my new room for several reasons, (first and foremost no more Countess). I'm excited to decorate. I'm hoping to keep up better organization than I currently have. I can't even pack it's so messy here, Worth put me to shame by finishing in just a couple hours. I'm also excited for new hall mates! And to be closer to a few select friends. Ender lives there, but I'm starting to get the feeling it's time to stop trying so hard for him. I really should just accept that he's content with life, and is less than interested.
I miss my friends. There are lots of nice people here, yes, but I miss having people to call at 3am. I miss people who come from the same place I do. So many kids here are ignorant. "These kids fight for things they don't understand." This place isn't what I thought it would be. I'm not very happy right now. Although.. the prospect of a new interest is making this week more interesting. I'm not going to name the puppy yet, he's just so not what I usually go for. That may be my favorite thing about him.
I made contact with the Artist yesterday. Trouble as always. I didn't know I still thought of him that way. Bad bad bad.
