not a perfect metaphor

And now, the choosing of the rooms:
I am in 209 (next to Hil!). Trina is in 205 ('tis a corner; apparently 213 is a double these days, and most of the floor was gone by the time I got in anyway). Erin is upstairs, over Trina. Ann and Christine are downstairs, in the double with a bathroom.
All in all, a successful endeavor.
In other news: I approve of this sunshine business. I do not approve of this hormones business, but when do I ever? My History of Magic paper is half done, and I won't get any farther tonight; I need to do the responsy thing.
I also approve of discovering there are people on this campus who know what I'm talking about when I start in on the intricacies of Cincinnati.

me: ::pokes about Internets before lunch; checks email::
email: ::has something from Res Life called Error in Senior Hall Choosing::
me: okay... ::reads::
Res Life: So we screwed up our singles quotas. And we're gonna open up more for seniors, but that means we have to do senior hall choosing all over again. Your numbers won't change, and people who picked early likely won't be affected, but.
me: ...A plus, guys. A plus.
Meanwhile, I'm doing my advisor-appointment bits over email. I love technology.

You know how sometimes you get a song stuck in your head, and then iTunes has it? Yeah, that. That would be the subject line.
Tiny, badly-photocopied print is so very much not my friend.
I have a spot in one both of the history seminars I applied for. That is a helpful thing.
Friend of mine thinks my moving group's nuts for going for Ptorrey. But the point is it's a good dorm despite its unpopularity. Besides, singles of godlike.

So I just did epic battle with the Housing Lottery fish.
Group's hall choosing number is 271, Trina's room choosing number is 107, and mine is 109.
...Yeah, I think we're good to go for Ptorrey. And I think that'll at least be the two of us on Hil's floor, even. Hope the fish is generous to the rest of you.

Got back to campus Sunday night. Promptly did nothing yesterday due to combination of hormones and stress (so much crap to do, so little time). Today is a mental health day due to said stress - I'd only have more of it if I'd gone to my three-hour class today.
But I'm feeling better now, and Snakes in a Moving Group is open for business.
I need to get through this crap, find out when next semester's classes are going up for great history seminar applications, and look into summer storage (note to self: prod the girls upstairs to that end). Perhaps later there will be RPage.
Also, Quin gave me reading material, mostly in preparation for pseudo-Egyptian hijinks at outsideinn. It's v. fun times.

In honor of the housing lottery bulletin going out, SNAKES IN A MOVING GROUP BUSINESS:
*Trina! You have to designate your proxy for all this fun stuff. I'm not entirely sure whether you'll be able to before mid-March, but that bit's not in my hands. Also, Ann wants in on the fun - that all right with you?
*Erin! It looks like you need to be squared away to participate by the end of March, I can bring the bulletin to Renegades tomorrow or sommat if you'd like.

I think I'll actually have to proofread the bulletin and give it back to Res Life this year. They make the same typos/grammatical mistakes every time. ::twitch::
We return you to your regularly scheduled Internets.