Got my housing assignment for school yesterday.
Can’t move in until August 18th, a day AFTER the other dorms.
Way not cool.
Called my mom to share the news this morning and I was telling her “can’t move in until Saturday, which sucks because either we leave Friday and spend $100 to stay in a stupid hotel overnight or leave at the asscrack on dawn on Saturday to get down there with enough time to move in so that on Sunday we can go to lunch and say a proper goodb-“
And that’d be when it hit me and I started to BAWL. It’s really happening. I’m really leaving. I’m really going to be sharing bunk beds again. (Just when I thought I’d finished with those forever.)
I’m glad that I had warning though. I knew that it was likely that I’d be bunking with someone, so I was prepared for the disappointment.
Luckily I’ve devised a clever scheme to distract myself from being so disappointed. I have constructed a time machine and will go back in time to 1574, where Queen Elizabeth I is visiting the lovely city of Bristol.
I plan to celebrate her arrival thusly… That ought to deal with the disappointment nicely, don’tcha think?