I have class in a little less than two hours and I'M SO FUCKING ANXIOUS. To the point where I'm nauseous and I can't eat, which is complete bullshit cause I went to bed hungry so wtf? I started freaking out that I couldn't eat so I decided to take a break from my generic frosted flakes to get ready. In mid eyeliner there was a knock at the door. She was a really fidgety blond girl who apologized a lot for showing up unannounced. "I'm Samantha, I'm on the 20th floor right now but I've just been reassigned to your room."

FUCK YEAH NEW ROOM MATE.

So I let her in and showed her the place, we got to talking and she said she works til 5 so she'll be bringing her shit afterwards. I mentioned my class is over then so I'll be here the same time. When I told her it was a class for the pilot program she flipped shit - she's a TA for the pilot program! HAH. Talktalktalk, she's a sophomore/senior - she's graduating two years early. I asked about that and she got "in" with Don Smith, who's the coordinator of the pilot program and by this time she was kind of doing mental back flips, saying how excited she is and blah blah, and before she left she said she's gonna get me the hook up in the film department and introduce me one on one with Don Smith.


YESYESYESYESYEYSHEIHGJVBDNGDFG.