At about 10:00 this morning, I drove into the parking lot of my dorm (at the University of Virginia, for those of you who are keeping track). This is my senior year (or fourth year, as we say down here). I still haven’t finished unpacking, cause it’s an unpleasant task.
I’ve met a couple of my apartmentmates. I have the same roommate as last year, so I know that’s gonna be good. The others seem nice so far, but given my previous experience, I give 'em about two months before one of them gets a pit thread.
This year is turning out well. I have a large room on a lower floor of my building, and a mini-fridge full of beer. Well, OK, it’s not full of beer right now, but it was a little while ago. 
I bought books today. Four books, and they cost me $90 each. That’s the problem with taking upper-level math and CS classes; the books are ridiculously expensive. I thought that I already owned one of those books, but they went and put out a new edition on me.
Nothing much has happened so far. I’m gonna finish unpacking, and then I’m gonna hit up the bars. Of course, there’ll be a few hours in between those two events, but nothing much is going to happen then, so I omitted it.
I bet you’re wondering about the alternate title I put there. You see, I’ve managed to do some pretty dumb things over the past couple of years, and I’m trying to remind myself not to do anything stupid. It won’t happen, but I’ve got my fingers crossed anyway. I think this is going to be a good year–when I drove through the route 666 intersection, Ozzy was on the radio, and if that’s not a good omen, I don’t know what is. 