Welcome back to the ROC. Not.

After a fairly pleasant few day of travel (no traffic in orange county getting to long beach, minimal delays, etc.) I arrived at my apartment building at 11 PM eastern to Rochester's sad, snowy grip. Aside from my inability to even get my shit inside the main door due to snow, I go to the elevator to find that it's not working. I had 100+ lbs of luggage- 1 50 pound suitcase, 1 30 pound duffel, my viola, 3 weeks worth of mail, and my carry on with my laptop, wallet, and books. And i carried that shit up the stairs. 5 flights of stairs. I was pissed and huffing and puffing. Then I get to my apartment, and the lights won't turn on, because of course, I turned the circuits off, and then I turned them back on and the lights still wouldn't turn on. Grrr. And did I mention that my entire apt reeks of pot because my downstairs neighbors have clearly been smoking in my absence???? Aargh! So no, Rochester, I'm not happy to be here. I'm hungry and grumpy and cold and I miss my california, and what do you give me? Shit.

I am delaying a more articulate blog post in light of the current mood in hopes that tomorrow, I will be significantly more objective and positive and this in no way reflects on the course of the semester.

Currently listening: to "girls" the album