I've had that freakin' sinus infection since last Wednesday, and I just got over it, like, Monday. So YAY FOR ONLY BEING STUFFY DUE TO ALLERGIES NOW!!! I least I won't have to keep an orange juice I.V. stuck in my arm for that...
In other news, I've got an
INSIDE SINGLE room now! Let me properly convey to you how I'm feeling right now:







Yeah, that should cover it.
It was an uphill battle trying to get it, too. First of all, Housing knew that not all of the inside singles had been occupied yet. However, they didn't tell me this because I had technically requested an
upgrade from a double to a double-as-single. In other words, I never actually said "inside single." So I had to make a bunch of phone calls, and send a couple e-mails. Long story short, I finally got the request approved.
I owe my former roommate, Brian, big time for finding out about this in the first place. If it wasn't for him, I would've just assumed they had all been taken up, and someone else would've swooped in. Brian is freakin' awesome!
The only part of the whole affair that really makes me mad is that they charged me somewhere around $260 extra for the move. They were counting the time I spent in the double room as an entirely different cost from the single. They were gonna get their money somehow... Filthy accountants.
I owe my folks big time for loaning the cash. That was a big part of the reason that the extra cost bummed me out so bad. I hate for 'em to go that far out of pocket on my account. Hopefully, there shouldn't be nearly that much to pay next semester, if anything at all.
At any rate, though. I have got the FULL SETUP now, baby! I've actually got room to properly set up all my crap now. No more having to scrunch everything to one side of a tiny room. God, that depressing when I think back on it. I can actually do stuff without having to worry about some other dude and his freakin' schedule. Have people over, dance around naked, whatever I feel like. I'm never going back, man.
In case anybody's wondering, my new room is 228. It's pretty quiet down here. I like it.
Oh, on one final note, for some reason, I thought
Misty's birthday was today. So I called her home number (I guess), got her dad on the line, and proceeded to confuse the everliving crap out of him. Whoops. It's the thought that counts, I guess.
Peace.
Chris