Livin’ in Lincoln

I’ve been in L-town for 6 days now and I feel really accomplished. I quickly and skillfully bought groceries, unpacked my last box yesterday, and walked about 25 blocks (past the capitol, to the apartment management building [from now on called RIS], and to The Panache Coffee House I am hanging out at right now). I still have to walk home, but it’ll be pretty easy. The one necessity I have not found yet is someplace to buy stamps. I need to figure that out soon because I have stuff that has to be mailed on like Monday. I was going to post some pictures of my new apartment on facebook, but I really needed to get going. I knew that if I stopped to take pictures, then I would have spent an hour doing that and could have missed the hours that RIS is open. I think on my walk home from The Coffee House, I will see if I can find the damn post office.

I haven’t done anything yet; i.e., hang out with people. Although I did run into Holly at the grocery store—that was kinda funny…it’s a small world afterall. I think that now that I have everything unpacked and only have curtains and art to hang up, I will actually want to hang out. If anyone would have called earlier, I would have been hesitant to go anywhere. I just knew that if I didn’t unpack everything now, then I would have to deal with it later—when I was trying to figure out a new school. That would have just made me angry….anyway, I think that I’ll call Darren and see if he wants to have a sushi date soon. I don’t know if Michael likes sushi, but I kinda assume that he does since well, it’s food. I think that that will be a good way to ease into the Lincoln life.

I am struggling with my facebook account though. I can’t seem to get it to work at all on my phone—won’t let me log on. Sooooo, I figured today at the coffee shop I would check my login and password and low and behold, I can’t log on that way either. So, I had to do that lame forgot password crap and I still don’t have the email from facebook resetting my password. Argh!

 

Okay, I know that I am no bastian of great fashion sense—please I have backpack from high school that has very few working zippers and says “Old  a  “ instead of “Old Navy"—but there is a man a couple of tables away wearing an orange and yellow plaid dress shirt, khaki shorts, and dark brown high-top workboots with long black dress socks. Just goes to show that even one decision can make or break an entire outfit. Actually from the back (and paired with the outfit) he kinda looks like Dan C-M. Hehehe.

AND I still don’t have my thesis from MSU. Ack. Jim texted me Monday (maybe Tuesday) that he got his copy. I should have gotten mine last week, but the damn woman in the grad office forgot that I was moving, so she had to get my new address and probably didn’t mail it until Monday. I really hope that I get it tomorrow. It’s not that I’m gonna sit down and read it—it’s just that I want to have as many loose ends tied up as possible when school starts.

 

Contemplate this: How prepared can you really be for the new and the unknown?