I moan and roll over as the girl next door’s alarm goes off. ”...if you wanna be my lover, tell ya whatcha gotta do, ya gotta get with my friends…” I hate the Spice Girls. Particularly at 7 in the morning.

I’m so warm that it seems like a sin to get up. The rain blowing in my open window helps. I fall out of bed, almost missing the suitcase that I havn’t unpacked from Thanksgiving break.

I wonder if I should call Mom and check up on her, she’s been having problems with my brother since Dad died, turns out Dad was the one keeping the peace.

She will make it untill this afternoon, right now a shower is more important. I have to get in before the other girls have a chance, all of their classes start later than mine and they take incredibly long showers.

I need clothes. I should have done laundry a month ago. Luckily I have a lot of underwear. I dive in the laundry pile for a shirt that I havn’t worn in a long time, hopefully it has had time to air out. Pants with only a couple of dirty spots.