Plans shot to hell...but it's a good thing, mostly We had a fire alarm this morning! That was an exciting way to start the day, although the shot of adrenaline has made me a tad jumpy now. I was hoping a little that it would be something serious and they'd send everyone home, but I guess it was just a false alarm. We saw two women who'd been working in a lab and got covered in a white powder when the alarm went off. They didn't know what it was and one of them was totally freaking out. Not that I blame her, I'd be upset if some unknown substance fell from the ceiling and all over me. I guess they're all right though, since there hasn't been an ambulance or anything. I've found out that the roommate I met while I was in Burnaby is moving out on September 1st and I get first crack at her room. It's substantially bigger, so I won't have to worry as much about space. It'll be an extra $25 per month, but I'm prepared to pay that. It also means I won't have to buy myself a table, since my parents have one that wouldn't have fit in the first room but will in this new one. I've been obsessing about the furniture placement in my new room ever since I got back from Vancouver. I'm not sure why it would matter so much, but I can't stop thinking about it. Maybe it's some sort of trick I'm using to keep from getting too nervous. It's certainly keeping my mind occupied with something that's within my power to change. Every time I think about living so far away from my family this panicked feeling starts to choke me, so it's just as well that I'm not thinking about it much. I probably would have convinced myself that I should stay here otherwise. The girl who's moving out is taking her couch and chairs with her though. I've been trying to think of a way to fit some sort of couch-ish thing in this van we're taking, but it doesn't seem likely. Maybe my parents will let me take the futon they bought for my sister, I think it would fit. Since they'll have to bring the bed from the cabin and put it in my room to sell the house, my sister would still have somewhere to sleep. I guess this teaches me to make plans. No sooner do you make some when something happens to send them all to hell. |