Friday, March 04, 2005
living arrangements
So it’s that time of year when everyone is thinking about housing for the next year. Who should I live with, can we still stand each other, who’s bringing the microwave, which apartment complex is the best, which side of the building is the sunny side… [Seriously. That’s crucial to know for afternoon naps. We don’t want to be sunless next November. Well… when there is sun, we don’t want to miss it.] “Room Draw”—which is when we figure out exactly which apartment/dorm room is home sweet home—is next Wednesday, so it seems to be on everyone’s mind.
And I’ve decided that I’d like to live in Barnes & Noble next year. It’s a bit of a walk, since I don’t have a car, but they serve Starbucks coffee and light sandwiches, and the little café is surrounded by the most beautiful books you’ve ever seen. Not only would I survive, I would thrive...
Okay, so in all seriousness, I’m aiming to live in the same complex I’m in this year. Theta/Epsilon is the best ever, and it’s being remodeled. It’s where you get your mail, the lobby is gorgeous, and it’s the closest to the rest of the campus. We’ll see, though, because it’s the “popular one” (just like those kids in high school), and we might not be able to get in.
But I’m really excited about the girls I’m living with next year—I think we’ll be a good group. We got together yesterday to catch up on life and spring break plans [we went to the Starbucks at Barnes & Noble… are you shocked?], and these ladies are just so much fun to talk to. So maybe my studying will suffer a little—too many fun distractions!—but I’m looking forward to being a foursome.
Speaking of good places to live, I leave for home in a week! I’m pretty excited to be heading towards St. Louis again. (Don’t get me wrong, I love Grand Rapids. But a girl just misses the Arch after a while. Not to mention the best family on the planet.)
And I’m a car ride glutton. I love sitting in a car for hours. Eight hours. It’s a good time… lots of fields, listening to music. Napping. Trees. I have this travel bug in my system, and it won’t leave me alone. I keep seeing these insane car commercials, and everything the cars drive by looks intriguing. Fields, canyons, forests, rivers, cities… I want to stop at all those goofy small-town diners. The ones that are owned by Joe or Mona. Joe’s Diner. Mona’s Home Cooking. Mike’s Grill. We should have some in Grand Rapids, although Dutch names don’t lend themselves to diners… Momma Vanden de Vander Vanoosma’s Rib Shack. Um, no.
Yikes. Maybe I’ve been studying a little too hard? A little too long? Looking forward to break! Take care, everyone! —jl

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