Talking to thin air

I moved all my stuff back in to my dorm yesterday. And by all my stuff, I mean all my stuff and all my brother's stuff that we left in Hanover. And all my stuff from the Art House storage room. Up three flights of stairs. I have never appreciated living on the first floor more, now that I am up on the third floor. Why are there no elevators that we can actually use, at least for moving-in day? Well, at least moving into the third floor isn't really different than moving into the second floor, since you're climbing stairs already anyway. Now I am sore. Very sore.

And I didn't even sleep well, probably due to that Java Chip frappuccino I got last night. (Night. I know not to do that!!!)

I need to unpack before I find all the stuff I accidentally shipped to North Carolina and now need. And I need a fan. It might just be my imagination, but the third floor seems even hotter than the first floor. (Yes, I know, heat rises, but it can't be that much hotter, can it?)

My room's a closet single, so it's a bit small, but not really any different than a regular square single. Very different than my room last semester, obviously, which was HUGE. Not sure if I am going to keep my chair in the my room the entire semester; it fits, and it doesn't even seem too crowded, but I might change my mind.

Enough blabbering. Burn Notice. ( Some spoilers; much unhappiness. )

Suits. ( If it didn't take that left turn down Romance Alley, I'd be more interested. )

Now I have to go convince the transfer counselors that I am indeed a real member of the team, because apparently I keep getting left out ... I think they probably decided they wanted someone who knew something about linguistics (a.k.a., ME), so they gave me the job; but they didn't actually need a 17th counselor, which makes me the counselor who always gets forgotten about. (Which ... actually doesn't bother me, because it means they won't notice if I kind of maybe forget to sign up for something I'm supposed to sign up for.) But I have to go meet all my fellow counselors soon ... and my advisees ... TERRIFYING. :(