06/10/00 -- There's no turning back, now

Are we there yet?

The alarm went off way too early.  Sleeping had been an adventure and I had the most disturbing dream.  Something about some guy I knew who was at a weird sort of convention (like a normal genre convention, only with a strange BDSM hint to it) who had been a really nice guy, but because of four teenagers who were made up like sluts (hair done all professionally, makeup out to there), he was a rude jerk.  The thing I realized when I woke up is that in the dream, the guy was Tank Abbot.  I freaked.  Why was I dreaming about Tank Abbott?  He had more teeth in the dream, though.  Thank goodness.

Anyway...

We checked out of the hotel.  We grabbed McDonald's for breakfast a little ways down the road, then kept driving.  We grabbed Wendy's for lunch after we cross the border into Michigan.

Are we there yet?

We were 40 miles outside of Lansing when we realized that we could still turn back.  Yes, turning back was an option (we weren't there yet), but it wasn't an option.

Can I just say that I was scared to death?  I mean, terrified.  I'm going to find out that I'm a talentless hack.  I'm going to have a billion ideas (no more novel ideas, I promised Paula) but I'm not going to be able to turn any of them into a viable story.

We get there with only one wrong turn.  There are funky detours on the campus, but we still find Owen hall.  We unload the car into convenient green bins with wheels (I would've killed for something like that at LC!  And the elevators, too!) and haul stuff upstairs to the third floor (where my key has issues with the lock) and dump it into our coffins (er, rooms -- I never realized how good I had it at LC -- my single there was twice as big, though it didn't have the cool cupboards and shelves built into the walls).

Another trip got Paula's AC and the rest of my stuff upstairs and I set about unpacking.  After hearing on the ce2k mailing list that we should bring power strips, I managed to leave mine at home.

And the necessity for the first trip to Meijers was there.

At this point, I'd met a handful of folks (Mark, David, Linda, Susannah, ... Santa Claus) and we all pile up into my car and Jim's car and head off to the store.  I bought way more stuff than I'd planned to buy.  And forgot some other stuff that I didn't realize I'd needed until I got back and went d'oh!  I'm sure there will be many more Meijer's trips in the future.

But I got my desktop set up with the power strips.  And I have a bowl for my instant oatmeal, now.

Everything works.  Er, except my network connection.  I don't have DHCP set up for MSU yet.  But I'm sure I'll get that done at some point.  Right now it isn't *that* high of a priority.  By Monday night, though, I'm sure I'll have the shakes because I need my net fix. *snrk*

Things seem to be settling pretty well.

We all had dinner at Olive Garden after dinner.  Mark even got his dinner (though I had to change my order to get mine -- Mark said it's because the kitchen thought it was his order *snicker*).  And we got back to campus kinda late.

But I didn't feel like it was late.  I'm not adjusted to the time zone change yet.

In my room, after dinner, I showered myself with Blue Otter Pop juice.  Half of the Otter Pops were frozen.  I offered Susannah one.  The one next to it burst and I wound up sucking the juice out of it so I wouldn't spill anymore all over myself -- it was entertaining (and apparently mildly lascivious -- but I'll deny that if you ask me directly *teehee*).

Oh!  Here's my address, if anyone wants to send anything exciting (or even not-so-exciting):

Stacey Wenkel
W-348 Owen Graduate Center
Michigan State University
East Lansing, MI 48825-1109

Cards, comics, encouragement, and Focus Toys (that's for my coworkers!) are appreciated! :)

I can't believe this is really happening!

 

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