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I made it to my school alright today. I was allowed in, logged in, and looked around. That was pretty cool. I felt a bit strange. Then Paul, who has an accent himself, was teasing me, or perhaps not understanding that I came from "Kansas." I repeated myself a few times.

Anyhow, I came home to my boxes! I had been living in this apartment without any of my belongings for a few days. I had two shorts, two t-shirts, two pairs of underwear, and one pair of socks, but I made it! I rotated and went commando, while washing my clothes.

I talked with Steven Baldridge for a bit, which was nice. He's leaving for France tomorrow, so I was glad he got ahold of me. I took a nap after taking care of my room.

There are really tiny roaches in my kitchen. I want them dead. All of them. Always. I will need a lot of tupperware, a gas-mask, and thirty gallons of raid.

Oddly they just aren't as large as the ones back home... Ahh, nostalgia.

When the fuck will people just look at me and profess their undying affection?

Don't answer that. I can't take it right now, anyhow.

I have learned the subway a bit better.

Bye,

Ian