"You may as well not have a head, because I don't know who your face is." -Graham from TMB Radio Series Episode #1.

So. I'm all moved into the new house. On Monday, which was the day of the BIG move with the movers and everything, once everything was in my room, I spent like 8 hours working on making it somewhere that I want to be. I unpacked my books, hung about a million pictures, made my bed, put together my new night stand, etc. And, at this point, three days later, I am coming into this place. I am learning to like it. Well, my room at least. I don't really like to be anywhere else in the entire house. [There is my mother's wonderful tub...]

I am, this minute, sitting in Chelsea's new townhouse "helping" her unpack, which I fail miserably at, but I mean, it's not like she is doing much unpacking either.

So. Class. Class starts on Monday and I am NOT NOT NOT ready. AT ALL. Schedule is:
MWF: French 101-9am. Speech-10am. MW: Medival Lit-3:30pm. TTH: Intro to Literary Studies-9:30am. Western Literary Traditions-12:30pm. [ARGHHH. 9am on Monday. NO NO NO!] I'll live I guess.

Well, I'm going for now. I don't have much else to say.

Love love.

SAC.