Hillary and I had been waiting to hear from Residential Life since Wednesday. They said that we could probably move on Monday, Tuesday at the latest. Since we didn't hear from them on Monday or Tuesday morning, we stormed in on Tuesday afternoon and demanded to know what the hell was going on. The woman at the office handed us our room change forms and told us to go get the keys to our new room. By that night, we were completely moved in. I had an awkward parting with my former roommates (not unlike all of my other interactions with them) and we have mostly settled into our new double.

To backtrack, I'd like to tell everyone that giving blood and moving on the same day is not a particularly good idea. I gave blood before we went to yell at Residential Life and, after bringing my first duffel bag to Wilmarth Hall, I had to have a lie-down to keep my heart from exploding. It was an exhausting combination of events. By the time we were done with our round one of settling in, we were too exhausted to do any of the school work we'd put off.

It's fantastic to live with someone that I can naturally carry on a conversation with and that I don't get weird looks from. Plus, we're trying to figure out what to do with all this room. We're no longer sleeping on the top bunk and we each get a closet and a dresser. Crazy luxurious, this new life of mine.