mflorghi:

May 9th | 29/100 days of productivity
Vocabulary notebook 📖

Today I was told I would not receive financial aid because my parents provided “emotional support” and therefore I am not independent.

Could someone please tell me where I can cash in this emotional support to pay my extremely expensive college tuition?

So move in day wasn’t quite as awful as I thought it would be. I was of course the last one there but that was fine. I met all my roommates briefly and none of them seem insane, but either way I cranked up my fan and put on some Swing music and was ready to go.

I unpacked most of my room. Got all my cardigans hung up, draws organized and bed made. I did forget my pillows in the hotel room. Lucky I wasn’t full on locked out yet. We don’t have a tv, but we have a couch and a kitchen and private rooms so I’m not complaining too much. I am back in the hotel forever. One more night with my pup. Then I’ll really be up and ready to face the day.

But oh holy crap is the wifi slow. At least I have an Ethernet cable. I shall test that in the morning for speed.

Today is move in day. I can’t imagine it will be nearly as hectic as move in day come fall. At least that is what I’m thinking about when I wake up at 6:43 so I can shut off my 6:45 alarm before it wakes my parents. We are in a sub par hotel, a bit shady on the edge of town.

Today I pick up my key and fob, figure out my actual address, and apartment number.

Today I meet my roommates for the summer. Or the next few weeks. Or something. I really have no clue. I could be the first one in the apartment or the last I have no idea what to expect. I could be with all girls, all boys, smokers, partiers, hard core athletes. I have no idea.

I really hope the apartment is empty. I hope nobody is there. Or everybody is out for a Sunday adventure.

I hope the wifi works.

I hope I get cell service in my room. GOOD cell service.

I hope my mattress is nice.

I hope my mattress looks like a murder scene so I get a new one.

I hope the couch is comfy.

I hope I find a couple thousand hidden in a cushion.

I hope somebody brings a tv.

I hope there is somewhere for my bike.

I hope that today it won’t be triple digits.

I hope there are curtains.

I hope my loan hurries up and goes through.

I hope, because I really don’t want to think about every possible thing that will go wrong.

4 Days 23 Hours 58 Minutes
4 Days 23 Hours 58 Minutes
4 Days 23 Hours 58 Minutes
4 Days 23 Hours 58 Minutes

Then I’ll be in class, at college, officially a raider. I just need to keep pretending I know what I’m doing.

shannonsbutterflyeffect:

sixpenceee:

Super blood moon eclipse. Image Credit: Paweł Uchorczak. @sixpenceee

so fuckin pretty

I need this on my dash because reasons. 

One Week

In one week, I will be in my first college class. 

I will have just spent my first night alone in my dorm. My beautiful, upper classmen, fully equiped with a kitchen and living room dorm. Which I will love and adore and get totally used to only to be ripped out of my wonderful upperclassmen dorm into a tiny freshmen dorm. I’m not bitter or anything. 

In exactly one week I will be in college, secondary education. In a class that costs a thousand dollars, and a dorm that costs 390 bucks a week. 

In exactly one week I will be in college, but right now I am sitting on my couch, watching Grey’s anatomy wondering if I actually need the stupid twin tall sheets or not. I mean honestly, half the people I have talked to say that they didn’t actually need the tall sheets, that they are just more expensive, harder to find, and don’t fit the beds. Why is this even an issue. If you actually have twin XL (tall) mattresses then that is fine. But if you don’t? DON”T LIE TO THE POOR FRESHMEN AND JUST SAY WHAT ACTUAL SIZE YOU HAVE! Or maybe have options. Normal twin mattresses for those who are vertically challenged and twin XL for the towering monsters who roam this earth unchecked. I mean uh *cough* those who have a more, uh… lofty disposition? Anywho, just food for thought. 

I am going to go be productive now, ya know, make an amazon wishlist or something. Find some twin XL sheets that won’t look like everyone else’s because my father is weirdly paranoid that someone is going to steal my sheets…