water pressure & thunder

Yesterday, I was a mere mortal living in Gilbert, Arizona with all but the best of times riding with me in the backseat of my Volks-Wagon Bug & today, unfortunately, I'm still a mortal, but instead I'm bathing in the beauty of the Great Salt Lake with nothing but a meal plan & my collectors wand. I feel like I've under-gone surgery and have been rewired to a completely foriegn life. {Total Recal anyone?} But it's strange...not feeling the same... I feel....bloated. Yeah, that's what I feel. This freaking "eat-crap-food-until-I-can't-feel-or-see-my-toes-thing" is not going to last very long! I'm gunna have to lock up my food and have my roomate come up with the password--yeah I'll do that.

Speaking of roommates.. Haven't meant her yet! I'm sitting on my bed eagerly waiting her arrival so that I can apologize for the lack of space and control I’ve given her in our (my) room. As for my suite roomies, one girl moved in and out in 5 minutes & the other is moving in as we speak! She is a local folk and seems like spunky nice girl. Exxxcceppptt for the fact that her motha was wearing a Lakers shirt. I made sure to let her know that I was still pretty pissed about her stealing my main man Nash. Come to find out she doesn't like Lakers and doesn't even know who Nash is....awkward. So, lesson number one I'm teaching in this blog?

Lesson #1: If you don't know who Steve Nash is. Figure it out.

Anywhoo. This will be my journal for the next 4-10 years of college so I suggest you subscribe. Cause let's face it. I'll have my own TV show pretty soon because I'm freaking hilarious.

In my head.

& that's all that matters.

                                                                                                           opening dorm for first time

Sendin' love and morphine to those enduring those long hot AZ days.

<oh. & as for my title. there is no water pressure in my shower & I can hear every step of the seemingly obese human being above me. love it.>