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I got information back from Housing, finally! I’ll be in West Hall, B16. It’s in the B hall, which is Lauren’s hall, but they split the B-hall in half, so she’s not the one in charge of the part of the hall I’m in. However, when I went up to visit Lauren when I spent the day with Ann, she was in… B11 or something close to it? Anyhow, I at least have a pretty good idea of where I am in West Hall. But I got into it!

Now what I have to do, to get into Monday’s mail, is this Residency Packet. Basically I have to prove to them, without a shadow of a doubt, that even though I had only lived here for about seven months when I applied to UCO, that I’ve now been an Oklahoma resident for a year and a month, and so they really don’t need to charge me the two thousand dollar non-resident fee. That will take my costs for this semester and practically cut it in HALF! Let me double check… I got an automated message from UCO saying that my current fees are 4,600, and that includes housing and meals. I believe! But take two thousand off for non-resident fees? Oh that can’t be right, that’s TOO cheap. I’ll get it straightened out. One way or another, and hopefully this time it won’t involve a meltdown.

And speaking of meltdowns (this is turning into a total rant post, now, isn’t it?), my grandfather is impossible. Because he’s a lawyer, he got put in charge of my trust fund when I got it so long ago… well, now he’s “working so hard” to get the account closed and the money out here to me, because that’s what I’m pretty much depending on at this point to get me through the first year of college, but he’s just “so busy” and “his diabetes is acting up again” and did he mention how he’s “so busy?” I mean, this is my grandfather… judges used to call him up and tell him that the hearing (or whatever lawyers do) was scheduled for nine in the morning in hopes that he’d show up by two in the afternoon when it really started. He’s notorious for being late. So that’s why I told him that I needed the money by the first week of August… in hopes that I’d have it by the twentieth, when it needs to be in. And I have to call him every single day and do this “damsel in distress” act just to remind him, again, that I’m still down here in the boonies of Oklahoma, needing him to help me. Oh, it’s frustrating!

Okay, I’ve ranted enough. Happy thoughts!

Cassandra showed up at our house this evening after walking from the park… so I’ve got this great camp CD filled with video she took from camp, and I haven’t watched it yet. I should dig out my headphones and watch, no? Anyhow, we might go over to her house tomorrow so that Mom can take some stuff to her, and then we have to teach Robin “He is my Defense.” I find it absolutely hilarious that I ended up knowing that dance better than some of the ladies in it. But that’s another story and not one I’d like to tell.

OH! About a week and a half ago, I was listening to Paul Wilbur’s “Shalom Jerusalem” CD. And of course, the song “Shalom Jerusalem”, which is an absolutely beautiful song. And as I was listening, I was just feeling led to do this dance. Ann has a tape from some dancers in Florida, and this is one of the dances they do… with long white dresses and these white veils… ohh, it’s just gorgeous. And powerful. Well, I was really feeling that we needed to do this for Sukkot… and not just “oh! We should do this for Sukkot!”… it was more like, I’m going to call Ann and ask her for the video, and if she doesn’t have any more time, I’ll learn the dance and teach people. I really felt that we should do this. Well, I was looking over her shoulder on Friday night, and she had “Shalom Jerusalem” penciled in, maybe Monday night? And I asked her if she was thinking about doing it, and she said that she IS. And I may get to be in it.

Annnd… this isn’t official, of course, but we may get to do tambourine when Paul Wilbur is there. Awesome!