Lovely people, there is no excuse for my having neglected this jounal for so long. Though! I DO read my flist like, twice a day - that is, when I have teh internetz. I have felt so cut off from the world since I got back to shool last Thursday, and, a further cherry of woe on my sundae of angst is that I shall not be getting internet until the 10th! Arg. Silly Kingston internet providers, hmmph.

Now I feel it obligatory to rave about my house. But O there are no words. Seeing as that leaves me in a bit of a tight spot, suffice it to say that it is utterly beautiful and exquisite in every way. We painted everything this summer, and it really feels homey now. Well, everything aside from my room, because it has these SICK - nay, ill, terminally ill - waves painted like four of five feet up the walls, it is truly a masterpiece. It's a teensy bit out of the way of the student ghetto, but still close enough so that it's a 10-15 minute walk from campus, and it's right downtown! Excellent.

Guys, I am so unbelievably happy I decided to be an orientation leader for Frosh week this year. I was never close with my faculty last year (education/Con Ed), despite the fact that there are only like a hundred of us, but this training/pre-week has been just amazing. Yesterday was our "mystery roadtrip" from which I still have not fully recovered. Not surprising, as it commenced at 4:30 am yesterday and ended at about 6:00 am today. Yeah. I can't even sleep on the bus unfortunately, but good times, good times. I am simply too exhausted right now as I have once again come back from training, and I only slept from like 6:30am-1pm... but I shall make another post in short order. Though, tonight is our all-nighter toga party. I shall die of sleep deprivation (and the frosh haven't even arrived yet!!!) but I shall be loving every moment of it.