Ah. Welcome back from the summer. I have to admit, going from 8 weeks to nearly 4 months off was definitely terrible. I had no idea what to do with myself by the time June started. And classes still don't start for another two and a half weeks.

But all in all, not a bad summer. And now I'm getting ready for yet another exciting year in college. Not in the dorms this year, I and two friends have gotten an apartment. Nothing big, nothing fancy, just something manageable that is infinitely cheaper than the actual dorms. I moved in last weekend, because it was convenient and I have a camp I need to get to next week, and I figured my parents would appreciate it if I didn't ask them for a ride to campus at 6 in the morning.

The only bad thing about moving in a week before any of your roommates is if they have all of the furniture:

That there is the living room. And my sad lonely little chair. You can't even see the whole room my camera isn't that wide. So for now, that is the only furniture in the apartment aside from the kitchen table and what is currently in my room. It's a little lonely, and slightly awkward when you open the door for the maintenance man to come in and fix something. You can see his eyes try to do a once over of the room, but all they have to land on is that solitary chair. Like I'm trying to live all alone in a two room apartment and not doing a very good job of it. Oh well. Meredith should be here in a week, but Sam won't be joining us until but a few days before school starts up.

I moved in on Saturday, what do you know, it's hot. Every other day so far has been and every day leading up to it had been tolerable. But not the day I move in. My fridge was ironically too hot to touch and bring in when we first unloaded it from the truck. Thankfully I don't have a lot of things, or it would have been a long day of moving and unpacking. As it is, it still quite a fair amount of time to build my bed and desk up. but of course, once we're halfway done, we realize the piece we were missing was rather important. 

Thankfully the guy I bought the bed from happened to be in the area, and I finally managed to get a hold of him in time to have a bed to sleep on that night. So, once the bed was done, mom and dad left me to my devices, which mostly consisted of unpacking my clothes and wiring my motley assortment of devices. In the morning, I tried to organize what little there was left for me to do, and fixed up the bathroom. Damn shower curtain kept falling until I put some mounting putty on the ends. It worked perfectly. Until I took a shower.

It fell on top of me while I was in the middle of scrubbing my head!

I don't know what was worse, the scare it gave me or the way it hit me on its way down. But after I had wrangled it back in place, naked and thankful I was alone in the apartment, I went to go and clean up the kitchen. Put my dishes away, make some dinner. Mom found a rice steamer in the garage, I decided to give it a whirl (it's so tiny and compact and perfect for this, thanks so much mom!). How have I only been eating rice from a pot all this time?!?! I don't know how, or why, but steamed rice has  to be a thousand times better than the stuff from the pot. It was the best bowl of rice cereal I have ever made for myself.

Went to bed, feeling accomplished after all my hard work and praying the shower curtain didn't fall while I was asleep and scare me awake. My bed is rather close to the ceiling, see? Not so much to be a problem, but if I were to jolt awake at, say, I dunno a crashing and clattering of a damned curtain rod, it would very much become a problem. but I'm still alive today, so nothing could have happened. We'll just have to wait and see if the curtain tries to murder me again.

Today, was uneventful. I got the password for the study-room wifi, which conveniently comes into our living room and is how I am posting this today. Meredith was calling the internet people sometime soon, but I can live with this for now. The maintenance man came today as well, because on move in we discovered this little guy hanging out in the broiler drawer of the stove:

Poor little thing was completely glued to the bottom by its melted rubber tires. It took a little prying, but it came off without too much of a fuss. I definitely like the staff around here, they are cheery and professional. so much better than some student run apartment complex hosted by the university. But they are a little farther than the student ones, not that it really matters when you have a bike. Oh well. We'll just have to see how the year goes, one day at a time.