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Special Note To All: No WAY I’m retyping this, or rephrasing it, or whatever, three times. Therefore, apologies to Amy, who is on both boards, and to those Riddles who read my LJ. I promise you don’t have to read it twice.

August 23, 2003

Dorm, sweet dorm. That’s right, folks. The folks have gone and left me for a little fish in a big, big, big pond. And nobody’s felt so lonely as I, nor ever will again…Okay, enough with the obscure quotes from even more obscure novels which I know I’ve read but can’t place for the life of me.

Here I am. Elucreh A. Hallulat, official Sooner of the Norman campus of the University of Oklahoma. And as soon as I’ve stopped longing desperately for my friends, made some good acquaintances, finished unpacking and decorating (perhaps they WANTED us to feel institutionalized?) and stopped wanting my MOMMY, I’ll be fine. Or so I keep telling myself.

Okay: Official status report: Physically pretty well, though still occasionally getting jolts from the tet shot I got a few days ago. Emotionally drained, confused, dead, wistful…It’s a good thing I’m connected to the Web.

Official backlog: Left for school Wed. night. Only comments are that the Denver airport is INSANE. On the way to the hotel, we stopped at KFC and the guy kept reading my shirt with this really, really bewildered expression: score one for me and the clowns! (Note to those not familiar w/ it, I have a shirt that reads “Your powers are useless. The clowns are on my side.” I was wearing it. And it’s black, and I was in black pants (I’m SORRY—the rest were all packed), so I must have made a pretty weird picture in the airport.

We zipped through everything that Mom and Dad were expecting to spend two days on (lines, appointments, etc.), so I’m basically set. Unpacked the rest of Thursday, shopped for things like bins and cleaner Friday, also saw Seabiscuit, which is good, btw, and spent today sleeping in, attending an idiotic course, and “hanging” with Mom and Dad.

Special comments: I am in French ONE. Why? Sure, I’m a bit rusty, but that placement test was BIZARRE. Note to all my fellow francophones: what in Cimorene’s name is a MENTIL? Anyone? And yes, if it’s completely obvious to the average French student, I will retire, muttering darkly, but I still say it’s ridiculous that I should need to know the French word for dean.

That course was a total waste of time, a social worker’s speech, a “Let’s communicate” atmosphere…totally satirically inspirational, though, so not a dead loss from my point of view. And I met a girl who will at least be someone to wave at.

My roommate is a chatterbox (I am NOT in the privacy of my living quarters, I like things to listen to, but I don’t want to talk), and has shown signs of being a neat freak (c’mon, people, you know me, right?) so that situation is not promising. But I will make the best of it, and I can switch at semester’s end if need be. My suitemates, on the other hand, are darling people with an adorable attitude and a cute sense of humor, so far as has been revealed.

My father is so obsessed with the idea that I’m not going to go to Institute, but will instead fall inactive, marry a drunk, produce five kids on welfare, and let his grandsons sell drugs. I don’t know where he gets these ideas, but I sure as death or taxes know that I wish like ANYTHING I could be someplace in the family but first. He is also still fixated on the idea of my marrying before graduation. PUH-LEASE!!

Speaking of religion, however, church is tomorrow. Everyone seems really nice, so I think I’ll be okay. Oh, I’m so glad to be a member of my church right now…

I am TIRED. I am going to BED.

I love you and miss you all. Take care.