Warped Isolation

This is me, blathering on about my life in general. Sometimes I wax poetic, sometimes I wax wacky and sometimes I wax thought-provoking. Whatever it is you hope to find here, I hope you find it. I welcome any and all comments, so feel free.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

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Well, we got the residence contracts for next year. They're moving us next door, of all the ridiculous... anyway. It will be weird because it will be a mirror house to what we have now, should definately be interesting. I can see myself waking up groggy one morning in early September and walking into the closet instead of the kitchen. I think Kate and I have rooms with windows that face away from the post, which will be nice, and we'll get a lot of sun which will be good for my babies. (My plants guys, I don't actually have children.)

I also got 'invited to participate in carousel day' which is basically the first step in the RA-selectioning for next year. We'll see how it goes. Kate didn't look too happy when she handed me the envellope. What she doesn't realise is that if I do become an RA, I will have the keys to her house and room. mouahahahahaha!! Hourrah for mad-visiting after rounds at 3am!! hee hee! But in all seriousness, it would suck not to be able to live with her. And to have to have meal plan again -- Boo on Scaramark. What would be ideal would be me being RA of Phase1, that way I could live with Kate, not have to have MealPlan and get free residence. But for some reason I don't think that's too likely to happen. If I do make it past Carousel day, I'm going to have to ask David Hare [residence co-ordinator] if my placement next year will be a problem. It's only 9 full days, so I can't forsee it being an issue, but you never know.

current music:In the Sun, Joseph Arthur

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

damn straight you better be living with me next year !!!
*stern look*

8:43 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

what about me ???
just because you're a super-cool RA candidate doesn't mean you can forget about me. . . :'(

2:37 p.m.  

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