Moved In

Well, as my mother saw fit to point out, I've been here for a day and a half (though not REALLY, because that marker isn't until 2 in the morning, technically) and haven't updated yet. However, I've been busy. With what, you may ask? Stuff. Mind your own business.

Kidding. Anyway, so after driving all the way here with Daddy, trying to find a new classic rock station every time we lost the previous one and playing the License Plate Game (36 states in 19 hours!), we unpacked my stuff and headed to Wal-Mart. It was a bit strange, because I'm living in a 4-bedroom (8 person) apartment and I was the only new person in it, but when I got here NO ONE WAS HOME. When we were heading out to Wal-Mart, though, one of my housemates came home. Her name is Serena, and she's from China. After getting groceries, finding a place to shove them in the fridge since it's insanely full (we have 2 fridges, but still that's 4 people per fridge), and putting pantry food away in my room (there was no shelf space for me at that point, and again no one was home so that I could ask if things could be moved), Dad left and I started unpacking my stuff. That took a long time, during which I discovered that our apartment had no running water. Joys. So I called security to see what was up, and the man on the phone told me that a pipe had burst somewhere, and that it would be fixed soon. This was at 7pm.; apparently "soon" means "just after midnight." In that time, though, I managed to meet a few of my housemates: Francesca from Germany, Stine from Norway, and Nancy from China. I also met my roommate, who, of all places, is from JAPAN! Yes, I am an anime and gaming nerd, and my roommate is Sayaka from Tokyo. I don't think it gets much better than that (well, maybe if I'd ended up in the same apartment as Heather, since she's a friend AND she's next to the bus stop...). She's really nice, and seems to be amused by my scattered knowledge of her culture.

Today I woke up early because we had our first day of orientation. This included a lot of useless information that is just common sense for someone who's lived in residence at university. Especially a university in Canada. They went over housing and activities and rules and a bunch of stuff that I admittedly didn't pay a lot of attention to. The videos were full of overly peppy, over-scripted, slightly frightening actors. We also filled out loads of paperwork, and had our housing ID cards made. My picture is horrible, as all my ID card photos tend to be, but whatever. It gets me on the buses and into my complex, so that's all I care about. After all that was done, I headed back to Wal-Mart on the bus with one of my fellow Canadians, Rob, after stopping briefly at the pool party that was going on for a pop and cupcake (Mom, the icing on it tasted just like your buttercream! And it was blue and had Mickey sprinkles on it, which was awesome). Then I got home and made a fajita! Be proud, Ros; I didn't burn anything and it tasted almost as good as yours (that may also be because the cheese down here tastes a bit odd). And now I'm sitting here waiting for Heather to get back from her own Wal-Mart trip so that we can hang out before the big 'Welcome New Canadians' party thing (commonly known as a Throw-In). Then I will be off to bed before an afternoon of orientation tomorrow.

Is there anything I've left out? ...I don't really think so. Heather and I are going to do the Disney Hollywood Studios on Friday, and I can't wait!

Oh. Even with air conditioning, I feel like I'm breathing water in this apartment. That kind of sucks.