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First up is Convocation which was just a huge party for all new students. This was Thursday.

People were on motherfuckin stilts!

That's our vice president speaking.

The bands that played.

Our president.

The blue genie!!

Crazy ass trapeze bitches!

They were so nice and gave me a card for lessons!

This guy was so hairy but so nice.

He was trying to lure people into the magic show.
He was actually really witty and hilarious.

The amazing Tomas!

And then today Rachel, Marissa and I went to the Chicago Jazz Festival. It was the 30th anniversary. And I actually came out of it with a possible internship for Chicago Jazz Publishing!! They're a magazine but they also have an internet TV show and they're looking for people to go on shoots for the show. HOLLA HOLLA.

GIANT FUCKING HATS!

There was also an art fair.

Crazy masks! Too bad it turned out they're made of
leather :( and SOOO fucking expensive.

Marissa!

Rachel!

There's a dollar in her boobs if you can't tell..

Random ass guy on a bike/I don't fucking know what it was!

So that was from Wednesday. I don't know if you can tell but I'm wearing a skirt. HAH I'M A GIRL.

So yeah we went to Chinatown today:


And I had the best bubble tea ever. She used straight up mangos, not just flavoring bullshit. Mmmmm. And the least greasy Chinese food I've ever had as well - veggies with egg noodles. Wooo, and it's only like a ten minute bus ride from the apartment.

I'm getting really worried about the pilot program. I'm sure it'll turn out fine, it just seems really overwhelming.



Blahblah whatev. I'm at a friends with some more friends watching Mean Girls. Holla holla.

bitchrantvent.. AND THE APARTMENT!!!!!

Today I went to an open mic and I did a spoken word piece that I wrote like a year ago that I've always wanted to do but never had the appropriate time to do it and AHHHHHHHHHH


It felt so good. I cried at the end and everyone was so supportive. There's so many fabulous gay black men (think Ms. J from America's Next Top Model) like the 19th floor RA Hakim and I felt so dumb but everyone burst into applause and Hakim goes "OOOOH SABRINA, GET IT GURRRL" and it felt so gooooooood.

Embher got a picture of me but her phone's being lame so hopefully I'll have it tomorrow. The open mic is every wednesday - Words on Wednesday - and I can't fucking wait til next week.



Other than that my room mate officially got her shit. She's coming back tomorrow for the TV and some other shit. I'm buying the microwave off her. Her situation is so stupid though. She's leaving Columbia altogether just because if she minors in something here it would take an extra year. Honestly, she's not bright at all and will probably be taking the same classes multiple times therefore not graduating "on time." Whatever, I get to walk around naked for a few days until there's a replacement.

So yeah I've been making friends, so far I've got three "close" friends (it's hard to consider them close since it's barely been a week but you know): Embher, she's from Texas - we met first at orientation and she lives exactly above me but on the 19th floor (I'm on 17); Victoria, a tinytiny blonde gay girl who me and Ken met while waiting for the elevator during move in - she lives down the hall and hates her room mate so hopefully I'll be able to work some magic and get her in here before they move a stranger in; and Rachel who I just met at the Second City trip - she lives in a different building but she slept over last night and we talkedtalkedtalked and I told her a lot of things I haven't really told anyone. Same thing happened today when me and Victoria went to lunch. We just talked so long and we both shared some really deep shit. I'm glad I'm meeting some really great people who I can have more than fucking fluff talk with.

Anyway, enough of that. Here's the apartment!!!!

As soon as you walk in there's a million closets that you can't really see.

The kitchen is the first thing on the left. It's wonderful -
stove, oven, sink, dishwasher, fridge, TONS of cabinets.

Note: Me and Angela's Dave & Buster's baby picture,
under that a fetus she drew in like 11th grade on the back
of a note card, a terrible picture of me and Danielle from
a summer vacation two summers agoish. AW I LIKE MY FRIENDS.

Living/dining room! Say goodbye to the TV though. Bitch.

Reservoir Dogs and Blues Brothers. I tried hanging the clock
but it's so heavy it ripped the hook off the wall. Oops.

The view from the window. 17 floors down!

Oh yeah, that's the Sears Tower - RIGHT OUT MY WINDOW!

My "alcove" as Rachel called it.

Lisa's area. I hope the new room mate likes it cause
I ain't fucking moving that shit again. The furniture is
surprisingly sturdy and heavy.

My desk.

GOTH.

I'm most proud of the bathroom.

Okay now tell me how jealous you are LAWL jkjk.

SOOO fucking stressed.

A lotlotlot has been happening. Nothing bad really, but just a lot of things piling up.

So yeah, Saturday I moved into the apartment which was hell. My mom drove everyone crazy, and when I say everyone I just mean me. Lisa (my room mate who is actually probably moving out tomorrow. Go figure)'s mom seemed to love my mom though which was annoying. Blah blah, the next morning mom, Ken and Chrissy left and that was sad but not too sad. I didn't get sad until today when I found out my room mate might be leaving cause I'm just not too sure I'm ready to be shipped across the country and now alone. I guess we'll see how it works out though.

Yeah, I'm missing a lot of info. Just too much has happened and I can't remember it all. Sunday me and Embher went food shopping and jesus christ I never realized how tiring food shopping is. Yesterday I did some running around about getting books and blah blah, then I went to a Second City show and it was fucking amazing! I never laughed so much in my life. I also made a friend - Rachel - who's coming over tonight for a game night with my other friend Gina who I've yet to meet in person. Anyway, the show was awesome, I got a free souvenir glass! Lemonade was 2.75 regularly but with a glass it was 6.50. I'm like what the fuck ever, so I get it and the guy goes to charge me and then realizes that noone has ever ordered a lemonade in a souvenir glass so he didn't know how to do it SO HE JUST CHARGED ME 2.75 FUCK YEAH FREE GLASS NIGGAAA. So then I also got a shirt cause I'm gay.

Today I woke up and did more running around. Tried getting my ID for the University Center where the food jawns at but I didn't have a paper so that walk was pointless. Went to get my books and my campus card wasn't working so I had to trek to the financial services building. When they swiped my card it fucking worked so I'm like motherfucker, go back to the book store, they try a different cashier and of course it works. So I got all my books, all used but one (the most expensive one too - of fucking course.) So yeah. I tried running back to drop them off before 'connections' (stupid seminar which was pretty much liek orientation but in an hour and a half) but there was a looong ass line cause we had to take pictures for security and so after I took my picture it was too late to wait in line for the elevator and blah blah so I lugged my books to the connections which was gay but I bumped into this tiny gay kid Evan (who has a "girlfriend" but I swear he's flaming) and we hung out the whole time. He's adorable and awkward and kind of reminds me of Dennis when we first started hanging out except Dennis isn't adorable. LAWL. Burrrn.

So I came back to the apartment and ate leftover mac and cheese and PB&J. I'm so tired and head achey. We were supposed to go to movie night in Grant Park but I feel like poo so that's why we're just having game night cause we're fucking lame.

Oh yeah, and so my room mate's probably peacing out cause she can't get her minor or some bullshit. Something she should've figured out before she even came to this school but whatever, I'm to the point where I just don't fucking care and I'm not gonna let someone else's bullshit stress me out. GAH.

I need to take pictures of the apartment before she leaves with the TV haha...

I'M HEERRRREEEEE


We actually got here earlier than we thought. I forgot about the time difference so we gained an hour and ended up being here around 12:30.

The ride wasn't too bad. I learned a lot:

-GPSs are stupid and take you off major highways into the middle of Hickland, PA for no apparent reason. It doesn't help it's fucking 3am and there's not a single light on the streets and every street is twisty and turny and it's scary and fucking trailers in the middle of nowhere and deer popping out scaring the shit outta you and then you go AWWW IT'S A LIL BABY and then you get scared again cause you remember YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE.

-Ohio is made of corn and trailer parks but it's kinda pretty to look at. You wonder how anyone could ever live out there and then you get to Indiana and realize Ohio isn't half bad after noticing there's only two rest stops in the entire state. The toilets are cleaner in Ohio as well, and they have a million Paneras.

-CORN CORN CORN I'VE NEVER SEEN SO MUCH FUCKING CORN.

-"Trucker mouth" is not just a term to describe someone with a dirty mouth. I swear to god it's like a medical condition for driving FOR FUCKING EVER. I must have said motherfucker about 200 times the entire way.

-Minivans are the shit. They're so big and comfy and really smooth ride. It feels like your going 20 and then you realize you're going 80 when you get pulled over by a cop 3.3 miles away from the fucking hotel.


So yeah, we got here mad early and I was pissed cause we weren't supposed to check in til 3 and there was no fucking way I was sitting around any longer. I was sticky and gross and hungry and my bladder was like "lolz I don't think I like you that much anymore." But it just so happened that they JUST finished cleaning our room and I was like YES A BED AND A BATHROOM. So we all showered and then went to Eleven City Diner which is where we went last time. Jewy McJewland<3 I had the best veggie burger ever. It wasn't no frozen bullshit, they hand made it with what seemed like squash and soy beans and they put avocado on top and toasted the bun ever so slightly (can you tell I'm hungry?) And we had cheese fries and then when Ken went to pee I had the waitress get cake and I'm liek "Please sing happy birthday, I want to embarrass him so bad" and she's like k so he sits down and she's creeping up behind him for like five minutes and then jumps and grabs him and says happy birthday SO LOUD and he got so scared it was fucking hilarious. So we ate the most delicious cake made with pure cocoa and FUCK I'M HUNGRY.

So after that we were gonna walk around but we ate too much and were so tired cause it was kind of impossible to sleep more than an hour at a time during the ride. So we turned around after walking a block. The plan was to go swimming and relax. I laid down just for a minute - this was around 3:30 - and then BAM next thing I know it's almost 8. Best nap ever, I never needed a nap so bad.

So we've just been lazing around since then, I pooped a lot and mapquested Wal-Mart. They have the cutest bike there for mad cheap so I'ma hit that shit up tomorrow. HOLLAHOLLA.

After I post this I'll be shutting off the laptop and packing it away in our rented Dodge minivan (don't hate).

By 5pm tomorrow I should be in Chicago.



See ya in December.

TOMORROW.

Three days.


Shitshitshit.

Going Away Party tonight!
Starts 7:30

Call me if you wanna come - 215-932-7167

11 days.


I'm so fucking excited to leave. I can't wait to use my own dishes and make my own food and put up my own shower curtain. I can't wait to be somewhere I choose to be.


But it finally hit me last night. "This will be our last weekend together." And I cried. A lot.

Bernie Mac died today. Complications from pneumonia. He was 50.

What the fuck?

I feel like orientation was a long time away but I also feel like I should finish the story. I probably can't remember everything but there's a billion pictures on mYsPaCe so hit that shit up.

So after I got my ID we headed to the airport. Every Philly flight we passed was cancelled. 2 o'clock, 4 o'clock, 6 o'clock. We were the 8:35. I was on and off the phone with Ken and I could hear the storm over the phone. We ALL knew it was canceled, but all they'd say was that it was delayed for an hour and a half (and I like how they told us it was delayed about a half hour after we should have boarded). We ended up sitting with this awesome group of people so the time went by fast. Ramone, a chubby gay hairdresser from Langhorne was also on our flight. Then there was this Texan couple, an Irish couple and another young girl with an accent (I want to say Australian but that's totally coming out of my ass) who were all on the way to Vegas. They were put on the plane and about a half hour later were sitting back with us. So at about 10 our flight was canceled and we raced to the front of the airport, back out of security, to rebook. The earliest flight was at 7am. Every hotel around the airport was booked. Fuck. Every seat was taken except a crowd of wheelchairs. I flipped shit and started being all dramatic and screamy. Finally chilled the fuck out and pulled two wheelchairs together to lay down. This kid ended up sitting near us and when my mom found out he was only 15 she made him come closer to us and we talked til about 1 in the morning. Smartest 15 year old I've ever met. His name was Aaron. We talked about politics and religion and about how his family is Swedish and they believe in the old Gods and it was really interesting but I can't remember half of what he mentioned. We were all so hungry and he found two big cookies in his bookbag and shared them with me. I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up I was alone and it was about 3am. I looked around and saw a huge ass line and my mom mouthed to me that our 7am flight was canceled. "The crew never showed up." BULLSHIT. We overheard that the flight was an "extra" flight put together, most likely just to get all the Philly passengers the shut the fuck up and peace out. They told my mom they could put us on standby for a 5am flight and my mom's like fuck that shit, you're putting EVERYONE on standby for that flight. So the only one they could book us solid on was an 8:45pm flight. So we finally get a phone number, some 1-800 place that could help us find a hotel. The only available thing was a Motel 6 in Arlington Heights. "Where the fuck is that?" -shrug- We got in a cab and it turned out to be about a half hour away in the middle of fucking nowhere. We got there at 4:45am and were told that if we paid right then that we'd have to check out by noon. BITCH WHAT. So we sat around about an hour until they finished their audits and then checked in. I showered and passed the fuck out. I woke up around 2pm and we walked down the longest street ever to a Denny's. By this time I hadn't eaten in about 24 hours so I got pancakes, an omelette, rye toast, hash browns, coffee and orange juice. We ate a lot and then the one girl at the register kept trying to talk to me about my piercings and hair and I'm like bitch I'm in the middle of nowhere, about 1000 miles from home. I'm tired and ugly and I wanna cuddle my fucking boyfriend. So I paid as fast as I could and ran back to the motel. We got to rest for another hour before our cab showed up.

The driver's name was Mike and he was our first American driver the whole trip. Motherfucker was the shit. He gave us his private number and told us he runs a separate limo service and to call when we're back in Chicago. HOLLA. We got stuck in traffic but I didn't mind since I was tiredtiredtired. Got the airport and our plane was delayed about an hour but we did actually manage to get on the thing and take off. I was in the middle seat and I really wanted the window seat and it seemed like the plane was full so I was like HOLLA and moved over and then of course, the last guy on was the guy who's seat I was in. I looked at him like I was a teeny weeny baby and said "but I REALLY wanted a window seat -pouty face-" and he's all whatevz. SCORE. So I look out the window for a long time and when we're about to land I took off my headphones and the dude talked to me, ended up being pretty nice and he wished me luck in college, blah blah.

Landed and Ken picked us up. I was so happy to be in familiar territory. I could smell the difference in the air - Philadelphia, you're fucking disgusting and I hate you but it was the one time in my life that I was so happy to be back. We dropped my mom at home, grabbed some shit and went back to his house and cuddled forever. He loved all his presents - a snow globe, shot glass (Yeah, he doesn't drink, but it had a little Al Capone in it behind bars which was HILARIOUS), and a really nice Columbia notebook because he's been wanting to keep a dream log, and I think I got him something else but I can't remember.

So that was Chicago. I was happy to be home with my big strong man but now I'm finally ready to leave again. I really think Ken will be the only thing I long for out there. I've been in Jersey for a week and I miss him so much even though he visited on Tuesday. And especially since I've been swollen and sick (fuck you steroids), I feel gross and insecure and I wanna fucking cuddle. The only reason I haven't had him come get me is cause I need to go back to the boardwalk to get him a Goonies "truffle shuffle" poster for his birthday (when he was little everyone called him Chunk. Aww, fatty.)

So yeah. I'll be gone in about twelve days and I haven't even begun to pack. All that's ready is the shit I bought that's already boxed. AHHHHHH.

Of course on my vacation I end up in the hospital.

No worries though. It's an allergic reaction to god knows fucking what. Last night I felt my eyes were a bit droopy but I didn't think anything of it. Woke up and my face was swollen like a motherfucker, I looked like Gene Simmons when he had plastic surgery. Anyway, during the night I could feel my hands were swollen and my arms ached any time I moved. I woke up every other hour itching my hands and finally decided to get up around 9. I looked in the mirror and my eyes and lips were puffy. It looked like I was wearing red eye shadow and my hands were extremely swollen. Took benadryl and passed out til 2. Woke up and nothing changed besides the itchiness. So to the ER we went.

Waited for a while. Finally got in and it was such BS. I didn't even get in a room. I was "treated" on a doctor's roll-y chair in a fucking supply room. The doctor barely looked at me, didn't even touch me. I'd be exaggerating if I said he was with us for more than two minutes. "Oh it's an allergic reaction." NO FUCKING SHIT. Ordered a steroids shot and a prescription for a week. I'm not looking forward to that because the last time I was on steroids I was about 2. Needless to say, all my Barbies met the wall with their face. Regardless it was so long ago, if I could be that bitchy at 2 I don't want to know how bad I can get at 18. I can only imagine it'll be PMS x666.

Anyway, so the nurse showed up and without saying a word she tried shoving a syringe down my throat so I was like bitch what is that. It turned out to be the steroids but I was so confused cause the "doctor" ordered a shot so she's like "lolz k brb." Comes back, says the shot has to go in my ass. Such is my luck. I turn around, lift up my skirt and ask "Can you just tell me when you're about do i-" and she shoves the motherfucker in without a word. I FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT. Not only did she not give any warning, but it was barely in my ass, more like my lower back, just about where my herniated disc is. I started crying and yelling, grabbed my shit and started storming out the place. My mom was trying to make sure I was okay and all the nurse did was shove papers in my mom's arms and try to have my discharged. My mom looked like she wanted to punt the bitch across the room. The nurse paused and I peaced the fuck out, making sure everyone I passed knew what a cunt that nurse was. She was wearing a fanny pack. End of story.

I has new babies:

Will Smith and the Bel Airs featuring DJ Jazzy Jeff
(Danielle and Ken helped name them)


CHOMP!!!

So I applied to this Pilot Curriculum that enables me to get my core film classes over in a year instead of a year and a half. Requirements included two essays and an interview. Only 20something students are accepted.

The deadline is in three days.
I was accepted today.


AHHHHHHHHHH
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I didn't even get interviewed either. FUCK YEAH.