Found out what dorm I'm supposed to be in also. Hawthorn Hall, fourth floor. No elevator.
There is no way in hell I am not having an elevator on the fourth floor. Mom is gonna call and talk to them about it tomorrow.
I also had a fit/minor breakdown about what to do with my life. I got mad and frustrated and said I wasn't going to college. ugh. I'm getting cold feet over it. Sort of.
And ok, I'm getting tired of the look that people give me when I say what I want to do, I'm like 'Oh, I want to get into movies, ya know writing scripts and what not.' and they always give me this look. It's so irritating. *sigh*
Am I making the right decision? Am I going to the right school? The right future? I am kinda getting anxious about the future, like I'm so depressed because I know I'll end up alone and hating my job. That's just how it's going to be, because I can't get off my ass and do anything about it. I have no drive and ambition. I can't even lose weight. How am I going to get the job I want if I can't even stick with a diet?
I fucking hate life. It's all a bunch of bullshit.