Flooded

I ❤ the campus. “Quaint” is the perfect word describe it.

Afrikaans is a Creole language.

I feel like I’m at camp, and those first days of forced bonding are always the most terrifying… a lot of people seem to have come together, with at least one other person. I seem to be slightly petrified at the thought that I won’t make friends. Apparently, it really is camp… and I’m 10… 🙂 I should explore why I have deep-rooted fear that I won’t make friends… it’s probably some major psychological thing with me… haha

Speaking of crazy – my roommate, whom I havent met yet, has like 8000 prescriptions. Kind of terrifying. I’d rather not have some unstable crazy living with me…. That’s so… judgmental… and now you’re wondering how i know that she has so many prescriptions. well, it started when i opened the door of the fridge and saw some in there. and continued when i stuck my head in her room to see if she was moved in, see if she was THERE… (it really did start innocent!). then, out of the corner of my eye, i started seeing the prescription bottles… one after another… that’s about when the “oh goodness” started.

So I took a shower, er, attempted to tak ea shower, and I basically flooded the place (not really exaggerating). The showerhead comes off, but it doesn’t have one place to actually stay while you shower. So essentially, you HAVE to take it down to shower… and imagine trying to wash your hair… (needing both hands normally) and your body… while having to maneuver the shower head during all this…

it was special.

Adventures. I love it.

Welcome to South Africa, self.

yay. 

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