I made it, and boyfriend lovingly met me inside the airport. (I think he read previous post). It's been lovely since I came back, apart from Green, my best friend, running off to San Diego. Damn her. I'll just have to lure her to hang out with my with Panda Express. She can never say no to greasy Chinese food. Not the main, but a rather vital aspect to our friendship.
It's orientation week on campus, and I am happy to say I am in no way involved in any aspect of it. Hands-off this year. After spending ten hours in the ninety degree heat handing out rented grocery shopping carts to Freshman (who more times that not had way too much attitude for the campus babies). Even worse were the parents. "Well, I just don't understand why I can't just cut to the front of the line or just march up to my daughter, Tiffany's, room right now. I don't want to have to deal with everyone else. We came all the way from LA. We don't have time for this."
And it's just too damn hot. All I want to do is sleep. But instead I watch reruns of Barefoot Contessa and Giada at Home. Nothing like food porn on a hot Thursday afternoon.
It hasn't all been unproductive though. We had breakfast at Cafe Lucca's. (Gearing myself up for Italy). Boyfriend had a shot of espresso. He said it was too sweet, I think it tasted like tar. Then went out searching for an apartment. Most people wouldn't let us past the front gate. But eventually we meandered our way away from campus, where it's cheaper and safer. I fell in love with a little one bedroom by the tracks. Of course there's no way to tell if there will be openings in January (apparently you can't just look that up on the nifty office computer). But I'm hopeful.
And desperate.
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