W00t! Am in Philadelphia, cruising about with my parents. I was very pleasantly surprised to find that all but one of my classes are in a 1-block radius of my dorm, and the other is 2 1/2 blocks. My schedule whups all your schedules’ shiny white heineys. Go me! *high fives schedule*

As always, whenever I have to deal with something Huge and Looming and Big, I find myself taking the Arthur Dent approach — I whittle it down into something small, then digest that. While Arthur finally snaps when he realizes there is no such thing as a McDonalds hamburger, I think my breaking point is at “I am taking a trip. Mum and Dad are going home, but I am not.” I imagine I’m going to wake up screaming in the middle of the night. But things could be worse. I’m at the college of my dreams in the program of my dreams with the people of my dreams and the faculty of my dreams, a short busride from one of my best friends in the world, and a slightly longer trainride from New York City. And out of the godforsaken Texas heat, hallelujah!

Okay, so I’m really really really really really really excited about Penn. Glee!

I dined with Erin Finley tonight, one of my schoolchums (that’s such a great word — it should be used more), and a splendid time was had by all. Apparently, she’s rooming in a turret! How cool is that? Of course, I get the bragging rights of living in a college house whose architecture was inspired by a Turkish harem, but hey, TURRETS! We’re going to have turret parties and just generally have fun.

Merriment and glee! Until tomorrow, m’dears.