I know that I do not know.

I went up to the 9th floor, and on my way down, the elevator stopped at every single floor... 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, and finally 3... but someone I knew got on at the 5th floor, so that made it all worthwhile.

My first final is over. It was in music theory and I didn't study for it at all. I think I did well.

Mein Kopf tut mir weh... meine Augen tun mir weh. Es ist Scheisse. Ich bin sehr müde.

Goshen College is actually more selective than Grand Valley... as is CMU (in some ways). I become more and more glad everyday that I didn't choose GVSU... no offense to anyone who goes there. Heck, I was one breath away from going there. Just a few hours before my decision would have been made final with no option of turning back, I was talked into giving Michigan a chance. And I mean literally a few hours... less than 12. At that point I had already decided to go to GVSU, but I hadn't turned down my acceptance at UM yet... I was going to do that in the morning. If the psycho UM advocate had waited one more day, I would not be at the University of Michigan right now. The course of my life was significantly altered that evening. But anyway, GVSU isn't bad... it's better than SVSU. GVSU is a U of M wannabe... and it's never gonna be.

I'm procrastinating studying and writing my paper.

I am such a dork. I tucked a blanket into the side of my bed so it would hang down over the side of my desk and make a little cave for me. I like it. It makes my eyes hurt less. If only I could tuck it into the ceiling to keep the roommate light out at night when I'm trying to sleep.