Holler.

I've had this strange urge to say "holler", stressing the -er, the past few days. I have no idea why. I've managed to keep the urge under control, but sometimes it slips out...

So the first week of school is done. Somehow, it was not a stress free as I thought it would be. I completely rearranged my schedule at least 4 times, probably more like 6 times. Really fucking annoying. Now I'm only taking four classes that somehow add up to 15.5 credits. If there weren't the problem of having to have permission to take one more class (18.5 credits) I probably would guilt myself into trying to fit another class in. I consider it a good thing, especially because all my large blocks of time will disappear as soon as I start working and playing Ultimate.

My room is wonderful, though. My own personal space! Last year, I didn't really want to be close to my roommates. I didn't want to be dependent on them or vice versa. Looking back, I think part of my aversion to them was me feeling like my territory was threatened. There was no where in NYC to truly call my space. I think I was unconsciously angry at them. Now, I have my room, and I can shut the door and keep everyone out, or I can sit in the kitchen and talk to whoever else feels like avoiding work. I can invite friends over to drink with out worrying about displacing a roommate because she's uncomfortable. It's beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

And there's sorta space for parties. Holler! I might plan a party for my birthday.

Unfortunately I managed to get sick again and I can't fully appreciate having a kitchen yet. I baked cookies last night, and all my suitemates came out of their rooms because they could smell the delicious smell. I couldn't smell anything. Next week...