dance party fever

my room is the size of a closet and my closet is the size of a telephone booth. i've considered renting one of these to live in instead. i'd place it outside the LB right in front of the Boylston Inbound stop. there really is no better place for it.

my room is right next to the bathroom. i share it with a boy that doesn't put the seat down.

there are four doors in my room. i decided to open all of them while looking for the closet. the first one i opened lead out to the hall. the second lead me into another single. i'm very glad that person has not moved in yet. i might go hang out in their room for a bit today. the third was finally my closet. the fourth door is my exit/entrance, but with all these options i'll never be bored again. perhaps if i peel off the paint to my closet, i'll find narnia or another closet.

my window that looks out of the common. well, it looks out at a fire escape and people's patios. this morning i got to hear a dump truck making some sort of deposit along the street, and yesterday the jazz festival gets an 8 because it wasn't polka or some local cover band.

my chair wobbles.

last night, when i went to sleep i noticed that the first door gives off a strip of light from the hallway. it's small but it's there. i suppose i can look at it as a built in night light.

despite everything. i'm settling in just fine.  
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