So I'm an LBJ student, who are you?

The past few days have been excellent. I arrived in Austin, set up my super cute apartment with a lot of help from Dad, got oriented, and met a great group of people. I discovered I have free internet in my apartment (yes!), went grocery shopping, did three loads of laundry, bought Microsoft Office for $29, got my ID (terrible picture), made my bed, bought my first two bottles of vino, and started to put my clothes away. I ate at a restaurant 4 blocks from my apartment, walked to campus (13 minutes!), and tried my local coffee place. Walking into the building for my last orientation session this morning, I really began feeling like a graduate student. I imagine that feeling will only get stronger when I start spending 40 hours a week in the library. I dropped Dad off at the airport, stopped at Target, and continued my attempt to put my clothes away. I'm finally realizing I have too many pairs of shoes, and looking at the 10 sweaters that made the cut made me nauseous. I have a fur vest, a leather coat, two wool coats, and 6 sweatshirts that I doubt will get any use until maybe February. Maybe. I have too many T-shirts and too many black tank tops. Then there are the 6 or so formal dresses taking up space in my mini closet. But what can you do? Once it's all away or stored under the bed, I'll be happier but right now my empty "living room" is home to semi-organized piles of belts, t-shirts, bags, shoes, and jerseys. My sweet sound system right now consists of my speakers hooked up to my ipod on one of my window sills. I still don't have gas (which means no hot water until Tuesday) and the air conditioner isn't turning on for some reason. Thankfully it was on earlier today so it's sort of cool with the ceiling fan. I need to be working on this mess rather than writing. Really.