So I'm back in Motown and all that good jazz. If I don't have to move anywhere again any time soon I'll be alright. It has been nice these past few weeks living in a real family situation again, if a little surreal. Hopefully soon we'll be getting internet at the place in Bridgeport too, and I'll get a new cell. I'll talk to people again at some point; don't really feel like completely rehashing this long and complicated summer.
I went to the Den today for cigs after I realized my carton was on its way to Bridgeport, and ended up getting two packs for free for buying some freshmen a six pack of Bud. Cower before my legal age, ha. Oh, and because I found a space in Japanese 203, I had to drop Russian. But on arrival in the dorms, I discovered they're offering an elementary Chinese class, which I can fit into my schedule. Why would I do this? Should I really take three languages in a semester? My mind's tellin' me no, but my body, my body's tellin' me yes...
Oh god help me.
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