New friends of mine decided that there are too many Michel(l)es on campus, so they renamed me.  I accepted this for several reasons: one, I have never had a nickname based off the second syllable of my name that sounded cool, and two, I met these other Michel(l)es and they are indeed many in number.

I just went home yesterday (really against my will but I did need some essential things, like food, water, and a cable extender for the TV.  How the hell else am I going to watch Scrubs reruns and Haunted History?  Certainly not by storming someone else's room.  They frown on that.)  Many freshman went home for this weekend, as it was Labor Day, and while the campus was extremely uneventful, it turned out to be ok since it gave the few floormates left time to really bond in the evening.

In other news, in a study recently conducted by me, it has been found that I still hate Starbucks coffee.  It still tastes like bong-water infused with caffeine extract and a hint of caramel substitute.  But since I am currently polishing off a $4 veinte macchiado that I got for free with my meal plan, I'll revoke my deep-seated hatred for the next five minutes while I finish.

Our (and when I say "our", I mean "my", since I paid for it and all its accessories) pet gecko Chazz is adjusting well to his new life.  He spends his days listening to Dave Matthews music and eating live mealworms, so that's alright then.

College is ok.  I'm still here after a week and a half.  It must be ok.