There is a tapping in my dorm room wall, except now it is in my head: the tapping is real, it is just that the intensity of my annoyance is heightened by consciousness. I am sure that wasn’t grammatically correct. Anyway, this tapping makes it difficult to sleep. So, the last two nights have been spent in the beds of gracious, darling friends. I can’t, however, continue this way for the next two months. Ugh. I guess I will invest in some earplugs and hope that I will hear my alarm through them in the morning? That question mark was not appropriately placed.
I am really losing form, here.
Kristina and I watched 27 Dresses last night and talked and gave our life stories. Or… kind-of. I told her about my life pre-car accident and post. That is always a fun story. Just kidding, it sucks. It is true, though.
I filled out my housing form for Biola yesterday. It was super exciting and slightly nerve-wracking at the same time. Yikes. Big risk = big reward. That is the thing to remember.
“When you get down, there’s one thing to remember: there’s such a thing as trying too hard.”
I really am stoked to get down there. I get to study the word in an academic setting! How cool is that?! And I will totally meet people and make friends. No problem. Psh: easy as pie. (How convincing was that last part? I know it needs some work). Didn’t I write the other day about not stressing in regards to the future? I swear I retain this stuff. Really I do.
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