BYU-I!

Ah ha! BYU-I!!! I'm here!

I am officially, 100% college student. Woot woot.

Okay, so it's only been like a day and a half, but whatever. I'm here. I'm unpacked. I've gone to freshmen orientation activities and such. I'm cool, haha. I'm in my apartment- yeah, that's right, I'm not in the dorms, I'm too awesome for that. I'm in an on-campus (oh yeah) cooking (double oh yeah) apartment with three other girls I didn't know until yesterday morning. Fun stuff, man. It's excellent. I've got everything unpacked and set up (my internet works! Yes!), my garden gnome up, and pictures posted EVERYWHERE (with the blue putty, of course. I do follow rules. Well, sometimes). Oh, and did I mention that we have a dishwasher? EXCELLENT.

Ha, but I was trying to print out my schedule this morning but it wouldn't work and I was freaking out because Dad spent like two hours hooking it up yesterday, and it should work. So I just blew it off and decided to leave it for later... it wasn't until a few minutes ago that I realized that I didn't have the printer cable hooked into my computer. Um, duh. That's obvious.

But I don't feel so bad because Haylan couldn't figure out to open a door this afternoon- she was pushing the wrong way. Some nice RM opened it for us, haha. Okay, but I couldn't figure out how to turn the shower on earlier, but apparently Dani (one of my roommates) couldn't either, so I only feel partially stupid. I mean, it's totally destroyed and you have to like pull with all your might to get it on, and wouldn't you worry that you would break it? Trust me, you would.

So, we've got some pretty strict rules here at BYUI that we don't all completely understand. I mean, yeah, they make sense in some sort of way, but they're kind of extreme. But that's okay. It'll hopefully help me get over my defiant streak, haha. Like, we're not allowed to go on Facebook or YouTube or download anything from Itunes until after 6PM. Our dresscode is interesting. We can't wear shorts or capris (or overalls, but I don't think anyone has a huge problem with that. And if they do... well, it's just better this way) or flipflops. It's interesting. But it's gonna start snowing soon anyways, so who really cares?

I feel extremely lame writing all of this... it feels like some lame journal, only I'm putting it up for people to read.... sigh. Whatever. People want to know what I'm up to, so here you go. Lameness is unevitably going to follow.

Adios, ya'lls (I heard someone say that yesterday, in all seriousness.)