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HOME! I am home.

So let's see...Wednesday, I suppose:

I was up 'til 4:00 am on Tuesday. I went to bed, woke up at 5:40. Car ride to Detroit, I kind of dozed, and I think I fell asleep a couple of times. 3 hours later, in Detroit. Checked the bags in, and I ended up throwing away like, 5 water bottles (stupid stupid stupid...what, I'm gonna blow up the plane with lemon-flavoured water, yogurt, soup, and a can of pineapple?) Waited for two hours, then plane ride for an hour and 30 minutes. Yay. Arrived in St. Louis, chilled there for around 4 hours. Plane ride for 3 hours, 40 minutes. Arrived in SLC. Waited an hour-ish for the shuttle. Shuttle ride for 4 hours. We went through rain and snow (but the rain was good- I got some cool long-exposure photos). Then picked up and brought to Kat's friend's house, and I slept on a short couch (the long couch was taken up by Alicia, a girl from the ward in Muskegon. She was my travel-mate. I don't think she likes me, and it's not just some unfounded idea. I've got little things that could add up to proof. I keep trying to be her friend, but I just don't think she likes me. So I'm not even gonna try. She was nice, but seemed a bit bland (although I never got to know her). It really bothers me though; what didn't she like about me? I never did anything to her. It bothers me. I tried to be nice and friendly. I just want to know why she doesn't like me, and then I'll be good.)

Thursday:

Woke up around 9, teeth, clothes, breakfast, ride to Danbury Manor East. Hello, Emily! Check in, move things inside, move Emily's things inside, disembowel the storage room, get her stuff out, put everything back in, move all that stuff inside, unpack for 4 hours, take a break, go to Subway, storage to get the remainder of my stuff, Walmart to get a pillow and a mattress cover (I had a pillow...I didn't know that. But it was flat, so it's good that I got a new one-I can NOT sleep on a flat pillow. I die.), Braulims for my oatmeal/splenda/salt/1 gal milk/cinnamon. Then back, finish unpacking, hang stuff on the walls. Colleen comes over (she's so awesome). She left, we chilled, I went to the Snow at 7ish. Played horribly (the keyboard screwed me over, but it was also the piano, methinks- the keys were too sensitive. I like them to be more resistant. I should have changed rooms) but had fun nonetheless. Came home at 10, chilled, chatted to people on the internet. That made me really happy. I think I may actually be a social person, but somewhere along the line I got screwed over on confidence. I love talking to people, hearing about their lives. I guess that would be letting people talk, then. But I do. People are so interesting, when you give them a chance. I went to bed at 2.

Friday: woke up. Emmz is gone. She had back surgery today, and she called after the surgery. She's okay. Then I decided I wanted to shower. So I went in the bathroom, tested the water. It was cold, even after letting it run for a minute. I was determined to have that shower. So while I was in a towel, I put three pots of water on the stove, and filled up two bowls with water, alternating them as I dumped one out then came back and got the other. The water coming from the tap was warm, so I just used that. I filled up the tub halfway, and it took 30ish minutes. And then I had a bath, and was satisfied. Take that, cold water! (Tonight I learned that I have to turn it in the other direction to get hot water...hehe) (But let it be known that the Chloe perseveres when she wants something badly enough, although that doesn't happen too often.) So after that, I got ready, and tried on all my pants and shirts that I had left in storage because I was bored. As I knew, none of them fit (but they're all size 0-3) but I know that with my restricted budget and with all the excersise I'm going to get here, I will be able to fit into my pretty pants again (and this makes me so exceedingly happy- I love being on a teensy food budget. Teensy food budget=teensy size. It's cool, though; it all works out. I want to lose weight, and I have a small budget, and I'm getting walking-around exercise. Ah! I'm so excited to be small and pretty again.) Then I settled on an outfit and put makeup on and had breakfast and read scriptures. Then I imported pictures and did some stuff on the computer. Then I decided I wanted to go to the Snow. I got over there and none of the practise rooms were open. This made me sad. It was a nice day, though, so I just walked back home and put my music bag inside and took a walk about town. It was warm, but with a cool breeze, so it was PERFECT. I got back 45 minutes later, and had lunch. Then I don't remember what I did, so it must not have been important, then I waited for Kat and stepped in water, then we unloaded her stuff, then went to the store and she got food and i got toothpaste. We went back to her place, and she fed me dinner (Thank you again!) and we watched a couple episodes of Lie To Me. I walked home, washed my face, brushed my teeth, took out my contacts, got into PJs, pretended not to be scared of the dark, empty house as I threw trash into the trash can in the kitchen without turning lights on. And now here I am, blogging to preserve memories.

Tomorrow @ 11 I'm going to Kat's house and we're gonna compare schedules and figure out exercise time, and then go buy books, and then I'm going to the Snow (hopefully it's open) and then home, and I will meet my new roomies. I think Emmz is coming back tomorrow. School starts Monday. 

I'm having a general sense of not-happy right now (once again: take meds every day). I'm trying to pretend that I am happy until the meds kick in again. Stupid me. It's so annoying though. I hate being dependent on meds. Stupid serotonin. 

And I have many cool pictures on my wall. This is home. I will be happy when the meds start working. Stupid stupid depression. 

Tired. I'm gonna look at my budget. Goodnight.

I hope there are cute guys in church and in my classes (although I'll be too shy to talk to them or look at them and therefore they will think I'm being standoffish and I'll never get married. Eh. It would be nice to go on dates once in a while. I don't want a relationship, but dates would be fun. For whatever reason, though, guys don't like me. Harrumph. Thank goodness I have awesome friends. And piano. And sleep. I'm tired.)

Tired. I will be excited when the meds start working.

Goodnight.