Journal Of Gwen Stacy

Page 6: getting mugged

Journal entry #6

I know that it's been awhile since I even wrote in you (Look at me personifying a book), but I've had good reasons.

Catching you up on everything:

I leave for college in three weeks

I started my internship for the biology department at ESU

I finally finished my college shopping (for now)

And my body is currently experiencing a level soreness that I didn't even know it could.

I shall start at the top. As I wrote before I start college on August 27th, meaning that yes.. today is the 6th if that makes you feel better (Though you're a book so you shouldn't have any sort of neurological need, unless you started producing synapses which would mean..)

Sorry! My mind is a moving a little faster than normal... Which faster than the speed of light is theoretically impossible, but stranger things have occurred recently. So back on subject. I have spent the middle of my summer boxing up part of my life (mostly the boring stuff), and spending so much time with my family that when I do finally leave I will be sick of them. Good theory right? What I came up with is that if I spend every waking moment just being around my Mom and brothers I will eventually grow so tired of them I won't get home sick when I'm away at college. I'm thinking of calling it the Gwen Annoyance Theorem! Patent pending of course, but again back on topic. In three weeks I will be moving into my dorm room, and at this moment I couldn't be more excited. Somehow I swung a single in Richards Hall, and if you didn't know it is the honors hall. I was able to see a mock room during orientation, and it's pretty spacious compared to other colleges that I have checked out (Here's looking at you Harvard).

Another high note is that Peter also got into the same dorms as me! We're only one floor a part, and he is actually roomed right underneath me with some other guy. Last that Peter and I had talked about our dorming situations he was explaining to me that his roommate was an exchange student from Russia. His roommate apparently got into the engineering program which is cut throat knowing that ESU has one of the greatest engineering programs in the United States as a whole. At least I don't have to worry about Peter getting his throat slit by some crazy roommate.. though I'm not alluding that I worry about him in my free time, I mean... he has the reflexes of a spider! He'll be fine, I'm sure of it... Moving on again!

I just started my internship at ESU and it has been mind-bogglingly wonderful. Unlike OsCorp I feel no sense of danger or fear when I speak to the actual lab workers. No one is trying to hide some devious research or some scheme to take over the world (I hope). All of the other lab techs who started just like me are all very intelligent, kind, and studious. Except for one.. His name is Rodger and he hit on me the first time I said hello. Think long greasy hair, skinny jeans, torn up vans, and the pension of smelling like garbage. My elbow may or may not have connected to his stomach when he leaned in a little too close. I'm not some blond haired bimbo that you can sweet talk into a date! Hell, I need at least some sort of awkwardly warming conversation first! Alright, enough with complaining about greasy. The actual lab is beautiful, and yes I just referred to a sterile white environment as beautiful. The equipment is state of the art and pristine, the entire building is architecturally amazing, and I get to work a long side some of the brightest minds in the world.

I...Can't... Wait...

Oh, and my bedding is all blue. I got some decorations for my dorm. And I got a new toothbrush. So that happened.

I'll go into details about my dorm room once I actually move in and situate everything. I guess we come to the final point.

Why am I sore?