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Oh, lovely. Two panic attacks later -- whereinn my roommate had the grace not to comment on the fact I was crying into a lot of Kleenex (there's a reason I bought a fourpack of the box) -- I've now realized that I don't have to worry about gaining the freshman fifteen because I hate going to Bruff Commons -- the cafeteria -- on my own, especially since it's a fairly long walk from my dorm. Must get food to keep in my room, especially now that I have a working fridge. At least I have tea now. *inhales* Even if microwaved boiled water tastes like crap, although that might just be because I steeped it too long. Oh, God, I don't want to be here. Should have gone to Central and lived at home.

Okay. Class. Class number one.

*shallow breaths*

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I don't even know why I'm crying. At least my roommate isn't in the room; I think she's in class.

Brit Lit was fine -- in fact, I think it's going to be pretty fun. My professor seems a little bit like a spaz, but she's really enthusiastic about the subject. (OH MY GOD I HAVE TO READ PARADISE LOST AGAIN KILL ME NOW.) And yes, I got comments about my name during attendance. (Katrina. In New Orleans. Aren't I fabulous?)

Went to meet my parents, and went down to Magazine Street to look for khakis. Couldn't find any in my size, so I kind of got the pants my mom was wearing, which happened to be khakis, and she bought new ones. I think this will probably be the only time in my life a size 0 is too big for me; the store sized oddly.

Said goodbye to my parents and went back to campus (I don't know how far I walked, but probably at least a mile, maybe more), where I got a smoothie the size of my head, which I'm currently drinking. No, I didn't eat breakfast, and I probably won't eat lunch until after my theatre arts class, but the smoothie is healthy! And tastes good, and I can pay for it with my Tulane card. I should probably not try to live on these things, though, because I don't think I have enough Greenbucks on my card for that. (The Tulane card does everything. Greenbucks are different from actually putting money on the card; that's just...uh, putting money on the card. Greenbucks can only be used at certain places on campus, including the food court in the LBC. Where the smoothie place is. There's a sushi place too! Which I should probably, uh, eat at, since New Orleans apparently has really good sushi.)

I think I'll start putting a book in my purse when I go to Bruff, because if I'm reading then I won't feel so completely alone. I just wish I had more books, because I only brought a few. Maybe I can get them shipped, which is the alternative to actually spending money. Or I could read my textbooks, but where's the fun in that?

Thank you to everyone; I don't want to think about what kind of wreck I'd be if I didn't have you guys.

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Great. Just fucking great.

Tulane texts everybody periodic updates on the course of (currently) Tropical Storm Gustav. My theatre arts prof told us we should all buy plane tickets now. And the governor is talking about evacuating people on Friday, the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina.

At least Gustav isn't named after me.

On the bright side, now I have a legitimate reason to panic!