21 May 2002 ~ The dorm room that smelled like dirty genitals, and the great dorm-escape...

Okay, with regard to yesterday's entry, Angelfire mail is working again, so I am once again at belong@angelfire.com. I guess they got hacked or something. Anyway, I am in the process of finding another email server anyway, because I fucking HATE not having any email access.

I fell madly in love with an apartment yesterday and put in an application today. It's like, the ONLY old brick building in all of Olympia. And it happens to overlook downtown and the bay. AND it happens to be newly remodelled, with new cupboards and carpets. It also happens to have a real bathtub, tons and tons of natural light, and a no-pets-except-birds policy. I love this place. I want, I want, I want....

(It's also ridiculously expensive, but oh well... Oly's not cheap. Perhaps I can rescue some beautiful soul from Binghamton and bring them out here to live with me and share expenses. Meanwhile, I'll be okay for now. I'm always okay.)

Nothing really going on today. Trying to catch up with homework and failing miserably. Trying to catch up with other stuff and failing quasi-miserably. Wanting to lay down on a couch and watch Twin Peaks and let my mind wander off into the distance, but lacking the resources with which to do that, namely, a TV and VCR.

I should be doing homework. But I'm busy acting like I'm too good for it.

Something in my room smells like dirty genitals, and it isn't me. It's not my laundry, either. I wonder what the fuck has been going on in my room. Ew. I'm leaving now.

~Helena*