||[Nov. 25th, 2004|07:31 pm]
Mary Sue Oxblood
I'm sorry, but I really didn't have any time to update yet. I don't have an official login number yet, so I can't use the terminals in my dorm hall. Xólle's just letting me use his for a bit.
Mm, let's see... Well, we did have a birthday party! The college apparently organises one every night, for the new students... Which meant that everyone was 18! I don't think I've ever kissed so much in a single night! It was pretty nice, though, but it lasted waaaaay too long. Going to bed at 4 o' clock when you have to be up at 7 is always bad.
My room isn't great, but it's okay. It's about 5 meters wide and twice as long, with just one window, which looks out on the dorm hall across the street. The previous tenant was a Paganist, so she had lurid light green flooring put in, it looks terrible. On the other hand, she did leave me her meditation pillows, which I guess I can dye and arrange in the corner.
What she didn't do is leave a matress, so I built a little nest out of all my blankets to sleep in. It's fun and I don't mind, but my mother thinks it's terrible. At first she wanted to petition the college to get me a larger room and everything, but I managed to convince her to just pull a few strings and get the new matress delivered faster.
The people here are awesome, though. Xólle is from the room next to me, and Páthic from down the hall. They shared some of their stuff with me two days ago, but I really don't have the stomach for it, and I just fell asleep on Páthic's bed. Oops. Páthic solved the problem by stealing my keys and napping in my blankets for a bit.
The teachers aren't really set yet, which is okay by me. I went to most of their classes to see how they were, and most were pretty friendly. The only class I know for sure I'll take is Basic Wholeness Theory, which is in the huge auditorium with the same teacher for everyone, and First Practical Healing, which is taught in very small groups, so I'll just have to wait where I get assigned. I have a little trouble not laughing when I see an entire classroom grimly pression their hands to a rubber and wood leg. It's a bit weird, even for me. On the other hand, the cranberry sauce inside the legs smelled delicious.
I've gotta log now, I can't use up all Xólle's time like this... Later!