First Day

I just got into my room at school! It is a little smaller than my previous dorm room. However, this one has a personal bathroom. With a shower and everything. It's really great. And I have a nice view out onto a grassy knoll. There doesn't seem to be anything in particular for me to do right now, I asked an RA and he said he was trying to get as many people as possible to go to a pub up the road at seven. That will hopefully be fun (but perhaps very lame). I was going to take a shower but then I realized I didn't bring any toiletries. And also, I don't have a dresser, but I do have a closet. Maybe something can be done about that. The plan ride over was awful, I almost had approximately three panic attacks. Towards the middle as we were flying over the Atlantic ocean I started to calm down a bit, but the end was brutal. I'm not really afraid that planes will break any more. I don't think that really ever happens.
I've got to unpack and shit, but since I don't know where I'm going to put all of my stuff I guess I will have to hold off on that for the time being. I want to take a nap, but I don't have any pillow or linens or anything (I have to pick those up later), so I'm going to sleep on this bare mattress thing with my bag as my pillow.
The RA was really nice and friendly, and things seemed off to a good start. Then I went to try to find my linens and couldn't figure out how to get back to my room so I asked some girl for help and she was sort-of like "...what's the problem? What do you want me to do about it?" and so I was sorta like "okay nevermind then" but then she realized I was new. And hadn't slept in like, approximately two days. I couldn't sleep at all on the plane. Then I met some older girls who live on my hall in the kitchen, and it was kind-of awkward and I didn't really know what to talk about them with. Failure. Anyways, I'm so tired I'm going to take a nap. Here is a picture of me in my room to excite everyone.