Room Draw

It's that time of year again! Room Draw time. Now, it might just be my real estate-loving side, but their is just something so appealing about room draw, in theory. You get to look at the whole campus and try to decide where you're going to live next year. You make contingency plans in case you wind up at the absolute bottom of the draw order and have to double up with a stranger. You have elaborate fantasies about how awesome your life will be, if only you get that awesome huge light-filled single that everyone wants. You sit in your room on the night that priority numbers are supposed to be posted and refresh the page where they will appear over...and over...and over...and then blog about it. Well, if you're me you do all of these things.

Anyway, this is another one of my blog posts that doesn't really have a point. Lately, I've been a little overwhelmed with my life in general, and possible blog post topics in particular. I've been meaning to make a post about grudges that people probably have against me, as a sort of rebuttal against my earlier post. Also, I was recently thinking about crappy/pathetic birthdays, so that might show up here in a while too. But for now, I'm juggling financial aid applications (made even more annoying by the new documentation system and having divorced parents), school work, the rapidly approaching graduation of my senior friends, the fact that I soon have to write a thesis, the fact that my mom is moving soon, and the fact that since spring is here, I never know whether to wear sandals or close-toed shoes.

Truly, my life is hard.

Priority numbers still not posted.