Unpacking

I won't even begin to recount the comedy of the last few days. Oddest thing. Let's just say I'm negotiating several layers of interpersonal icky.

I only wrote this post so I could use the phrase "interpersonal icky." There's really nothing else to say. I've moved into the on-campus apartments. My roommates are odd birds. They've already made a habit of drinking Boone's Farm ("the Snakes on a Plane of alcohol") and playing DDR at night. For my part, I have, in record time, reminded myself why I don't really enjoy drinking. I've the alcohol tolerance of someone with a very low tolerance for alcohol. Metaphorically speaking.

Anyway. It's my first and last week off for the summer. Trying my best to enjoy it, but the stress fairy is making a nest of my hair at night. Rather rude, I'd say.