Tuesday, August 20, 2002
 

Hulllooooo, slammers. I'm in a computer lab in some academic building, not sure what. I followed a sign here for vehicle registration and also found this lab. Didn't know I was supposed to register my vehicle; I get the impression that I'm not getting the informative mailings I should be getting. Hmmph. I walked here from my building and, of course, neglected to time the walk (and forgot to wear a watch).

I never got a total count for boxes of books, sadly. I'm unpacking them madly now, but they're still everywhere. I keep stumbling on stuff in the most peculiar places. The only major complaint I have about my apartment (at this point-- stay tuned for more, I feel sure) is that there is only one closet, approx NV size, in the apartment, which isn't enough. Coats, clothes, boxes, sweaters have to go somewhere. One thing I didn't think about when I opted to live within walking distance of campus is that "campus" here includes the medical center and hospital, meaning ambulances fly by and helicopters land. Fortunately, the building is very soundproof (college apartment looks better; this place is quieter), so it's all a dull background roar.

My modem hasn't come yet, so I'm not getting the constant e-mail access that keeps me alive. Erk. I do have cable as of this morning, and my washer and dryer came this afternoon. This apartment has a dishwasher, much to my glee. No more hiding dirty dishes in my bedroom until I run out of plates!

Ahh. The dude just said the name of this place. Let me write that down.

People in my complex either never come out of my rooms, or else they're hiding from me (that was not a request for snide remarks, just for the record), I caught a brief glimpse of my next door neighboor earlier today, but that's about the extent of it. I think the person I know best is Mike the maintenance guy, who let me in when my keys weren't where they were supposed to be when I got in Saturday.

My parents helped me move in. I don't know how people do this by themselves. Oh, and a warning: those wooden-armed futons at Wal-Mart are not easy to assemble. Don't try that at home without a professional.

That's about all for now. I should probably ask the staffer in this lab where I get an ID card.

Elvisette philosophized at 3:38 PM