Before I begin, I will warn now that this will be an insanely long post. My orientation week started on Tuesday and I haven't had time to post about it until now, and lots has happened. I'll be skipping the parts where nothing of any dear import transpired, but those chunks only lead to other things, so...yeah.

TUESDAY:
Move in day. I got through the line of cars, pulled up to my dorm and started unloading my bags (four bags, one of which is a small hanging clothes bag, plus my backpack). Within moments my RA and a couple other guys had shown up and were helping me get all my bags up to my room. One trip is all it took with them helping me, it was amazing. The people here at Carnegie Mellon are so friendly it's almost scary. Almost. The freshmen class all gets these orange wristband thingies that identify us as incoming freshmen so that the upper classes don't get in on our free food. But I digress.
So, I throw my bags in my room, my roommate hasn't shown up yet, so I claim the lower bed that's on one side of the room (the other bed is at the level of an upper bunk bed but it has a dresser and a desk underneath it) and I head out to the gym for my orientation packet and things. On my way, having been on campus for no more than three minutes, I see a short redhead girl (natural redhead) with a bag I later learned wasn't hers behind her. I make momentary eye contact with her and try to maintain it as she and I pass each other. I get a second quick glance but nothing more.
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I get back to my dorm after ditching my parents for a few hours and when I get in I meet my roomie's father and uncle. He's out getting something fixed, and when he comes back it's pretty clear to me, who's spent many many years around gay people (if you are homophobic you can crawl into a hole and die, and the rest of this is of no consequence to you) that my roommate is gay. He's a voice performance major who wants to be an opera singer and he's a really fun, cool guy who's a great friend. Day goes on, nothing much of any importance happens the rest of the night other than the average welcoming stuff for college freshman. My bedsheets were in a trunk that wasn't delivered when it should've been so my roomie let me borrow his second set of sheets and we went to bed.

That's it for Tuesday, and I don't have enough time to do Wed. through today right now, so I'll set them as replies later on when I have the time. Right now I need to shower again beause it's muggy and humid and I feel like I could use it.

I'll be posting more as more things happen. Bye bye now.

Okay, I have a bit of time now, so...

WEDNESDAY:
Wednesday started off by my parents screwing up the schedule when they were 45 minutes late picking me up to meet my great aunt whom I've never met. She lives, it turns out, quite close to campus, and she was fun to be around, so I now have a relative I like near me. Which is cool.

When I got back from the quick coffee meeting with my great aunt, I got dropped back off at campus and went directly to my next orientation activity, which was called "Sex in the City" and was a big forum-lecture thingy from the woman in charge of Student Health, followed by a Q&A session in smaller groups afterwards. Nothing really cool happened at the lecture or the Q&A, so I'm gonna skip that and move on.

Next up came the "residential area dinners" where my dorm and all the dorm buildings around us met in this fu*ked up Disneyland-style line from hell for our food. Now, in the first part of this thread I mentioned a short redhead that I thought was quite attractive. Well, twice during the day I had seen her and I kept looking at her hoping for that sustained eye contact thing that shows someone's interested in you. Well, as the line moved on, she wound up right next to me going one way while I was going the other. At that point I had met only two other theatre majors on campus (freshmen, anyway), so I call out real loud "HEY! Anyone else here a theatre major?"

Guess who turns around, looks at me, and says 'yes' ?
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So, I walk over to her a bit later, use my skills as an amateur magician to start a conversation with her (I do a card trick), and when her friends leave I ask her "You wanna go for a walk?"
So we walk and talk for like 2 hours, split up for our respective floor meetings in our dorms (she lives two building away from me, it turns out), and we hook back up later on when there's a "hypnotist" there for entertainment purposes. We both don't like what he does, so we walk and talk more. Now, I'm going to censor what I tell you here because it's kinda...um...well, you don't get to know, so ha. Anyhoo, she and I walk and talk more, and the more we talk the more I find out she's exactly my type. She's short, strong minded, strong willed, strong muscled, she likes cars, she's into martial arts kinda (she could but can't right now break a board with her elbow, fist, and knee...ouch), she's an actress, she--well, she's everything I look for in a female companion. So we're walking and talking and we meet people, and time goes by and it's like 1:30 or something and we're sitting on a bench across the walkway from the University Center (UC)...

...and then the stuff happens that you don't get to hear about.

So that's Wednesday, and the wee hours of Thursday. I was out with her until 5:30 in the morning, and I slept only from 6:00 to 7:30 for all Thursday. Tune in next time for "THURSDAY"

Nice....dude...i'm proud ;)