Back From the Trenches

Well, I had orientation for Study Abroad today. If you want to know the definition of overwhelming, do this once. We went in at 9 and came out at 2:15, most of us looking haggard and lost. It didn't help that they decided to do everyone at once-there were at least 153 of us in that room, grouped together by where we're going.

This day only served to bombard me with information and terrify me about getting on the plane even more. What if a stewardess bonks me with a tray on the plane and I get a concussion? What if I get hit by a double-decker bus? What if I catch Roman fever and die like Daisy Miller (I hated that book, but nonetheless?)

I'm going to England in the spring and I'm going to live in a large manor house named Harlaxton and go a million places. I am terrified of getting lost, of not getting to go, of winding up in London and disappearing into a street corner and being found by a bunch of emigrated mimes from France.

I'm trying very hard not to look at my folder for Harlaxton right now-my head starts to hurt when I look at it. That's a lot of information I don't know what to do with right now. I think I'll let things sit a couple of days before I start trying to handle anything.

I have spoken to no one I know all day-not my roommate, not my friends. I'm all alone up in 302 right now. I kind of feel the urge to watch a movie, but I'd hate to get started on something I can't finish. Maybe I should watch one I've seen a million times, that way I won't feel guilty about missing half the plot when I'm not paying attention (a thing that happens quite often to me). I could either watch Singin' in the Rain for the 80 billionth time or I could watch Court Jester for the 90 billionth (I've known the Jester a bit longer)

I know I'm watching Stargate later, and I'd hate to watch anything I might watch tonight, so that's out...what shall I do?

Think I'll watch Jester-I can cut out on him anytime.

Cheerio, ya'll who aren't reading this!

Bec