I'M IN CHICAGO YESYEYSGFGJHBDG. I just wanna write down every single fucking thing that's happening cause I'm so excited and everything is awesome so okay here it is:

Plane was delayed like a half hour so me and mama dukes was like "Holla atcha Saladworks!" So I had a deliciously overpriced ceasar salad with shrimpies and stale bread. Then the plane boarded around 8:10 and we landed in Chicago about two and a half hours later, which was like 10:30ish Philly which was 9:30ish Chicago. So then we got a cab to the hotel and our driver was fucking nuts, this crazy Israeli guy who talked too much and drove too fast (complained when we were going 45 - definitely on speed). Then we got to the hotel and chilled out and by then it was like 11 and I was a hungry nigga so I was liek "Yo front desk bitch, holla at me with some foodz" so we got three menus and found a place that was open til 3. SOOO we got a delicious spinach pizza with feta cheese and deliciousness and cheesey bread and then I finally fell asleep around 1.

7:15 this morning I woke up to pee and couldn't fall back asleep and I'm like bitch what I usually sleep thirteen hours. So I layed around for like a half hour and was like fuck this. So I sat on the computer and did nothing til my friend Embher called and so we talked while I got ready and then I couldn't sit still so I left. I talked to the front desk guy (who was way too happy to help) and he told me that the Continental Cafe next door has a light breakfast for 6.99 or a full course meal for 9.99 and I'm like bitch where's the Dunkin Donuts so he pointed me in the direction of Wabash Avenue where I found Eleventh Street Diner, Starbucks, a gas station, a convenience store (closes thing to Wawa as of now) and then Dunkin Donuts. So I sat at Dunkin for a while and there were two asian bitches with Columbia backpacks but they were too happy too early so I didn't say anything. I sat at a table with an old Spanish lady and ate my food and iced coffee. Then the trek began to my assessment test.

Our hotel's at the 1100th block and the test was around 600. Anyone who knows me knows I hate walking so I was like this is gonna fucking suck. So I whipped out the Ipod and just as I turned it on, a creepy black guy hit on me and I was liek YES, AN OFFICIAL CHRISTENING OF CHICAGO! So then I walked and out of nowhere I was at 605 and I'm like WHAAAA so I crossed the street and SHAZAAM I'm at 431. WHAT. So I turn around and find a Columbia Apple store and it was 620 but I couldn't find any other Columbia building around. So I found some bitches and they told me where to go. Now, every Columbia building here is painted bright colors and says fucking COLUMBIA in giant orange/green/various other bright colored letters. Of course, the one fucking building I have to go to is the one sliver of a building on the block surrounded by a HUUUUGE gallery so I'm like whatevz I'm here get over it.

Get in and the place was PACKED with all us last minute idiots who wanna take the test the day before orientation. I sign in and there's no seats and then some nerdy kid invited me to his table and I'm like okay whatevz. I totally forget their names, but other than the nerdy kid there was a black kid and a spanish kid. Nerdy kid was from Virginia and is a film major, as is the spanish kid who is from Boston. The black kid is from Maryland and he's a performance music major. I talked to Black Kid for a while and then Nerdy Kid tried stirring up some film conversation by naming directors and was trying to outdo me until I whipped out the 1930's exploitation flick card and SHAZAAM I kicked his ass by mentioning Freaks and Terror of Tinytown. By this time I was called for testing (to my surprise since I was one of the last people in) and it took no more than a half hour. I get in, took the math test in about 20 minutes and then the writing test in A RECORD NINE MINUTES HOLLA. I got an 85 on the math and a PERFECT FUCKING SCORE on writing. So I can't take any writing class below Writing Rhetoric II and I have to take an Advanced Writing course as well. With Math it doesn't really matter even though they recommend higher classes but I fucking suck ass on math, it just happened that my entire test was like percentages which everyone knows. So I was told to go to room 500 and talk to someone about which math classes to take. I get there and it's some chick who turns out to be a Sophomore year theatre major and she's chill as shit. She was liek "I'm supposed to tell you to challenge yourself but screw that, take College Math if you don't want something hard" and so she told me the name of her teacher which she loved (Nathan Lischensomething) and then the name of her friends' teacher who they loved (Peter Insley). So then we talked for a while and I asked about the work study program and she told me she highly recommends it and where to go to sign up for it and all the stuff I'd need to bring. So I go back to the third floor and find the office and there were two awesome black chicks in there and they were liek "Girrrrl come on in, whatchu need" and so they gave me paperwork of exactly what to bring, told me that the site wouldn't be up until August 19. When it is I need to go on and find any openings, write them down and then come back to the office to apply for them. HOLLA.

So then I came back to the hotel and it was about 11. Had to drag Mama Dukes out of bed and throw her in teh shower. Embher called and we're gonna meet at the Diner so I'm really excited cause she's the first Columbia friend I'll be meeting. I hope she's not annoying cause she's got her boyfriend with her but whatever.

Lalalalalala TAKE A LONGER SHOWER WHY DON'T YOU MOM I'M SO ENERGIZED HURRY THE FUCK UP BITCH.