I was in Asheville for all of two days before I left again. This time alone. Without Mica or Odin I had nothing to keep me company aside from Tina Fey’s shrill voice, as she read her book aloud through my disturbingly tinny speakers. The drive was uneventful besides some traffic and 15 dollars worth of tolls going through New York City. I felt as if it was the year 1100 and I had to pass through some corrupt checkpoint. Only I had to pay eight dollars not surrender my first born.

Anyway, I made it out of New York and started looking for a hotel in Connecticut. This is what I have come to assume about the 111.57mi stretch of I-95 in southern Connecticut (two possibilities): 1/2- Southern Connecticut has the highest average of prostitution (#business deals/day) throughout I-95’s East coast course. OR. 2/2- Southern Connecticut has the lowest average (#averted glances/exposed act)of shame in regards to prostitution throughout the infamous route. Seriously, all of the online reviews from any Best Western, Days Inn, La Quinta all complain of prostitution and I can now claim additional evidence.

I stopped at a Days Inn and the man behind the counter rented me a room for 90 dollars. It was in the annex, a dark beady windowed building 400 yards behind the office. As I walked towards the building a small man that looked like a doughy R. Crumb held the door for a woman. She was tall and blessed with Tina Turner’s legs and hair, but the rest of her was Arnold Schwarzenegger right down to the central incisoral gap. and the y chromosome. They looked at me with unsure expressions reading my face for disapproval. I repressed it and smiled. The two badgers stuffed under the woman’s skin where her shoulders used to be relaxed and for a moment I felt as if we were all good friends. I felt bad about judging them so harshly as they both had kind smiles but still I was tired, hungry, and when I got to my room the bed’s weren’t made and the door wouldn’t close all the way. No question, that place was awful. Two horrible rooms later I had my first ever shouting fight with a total stranger that ended in me getting my money back. I would gladly pay 90 dollars to forget all of the emotional turmoil that refund cost.

20 miles down the road I found another hotel that wasn’t booked. That’s the other thing so many of the hotels had no vacancies. Were there really that many people stimulating the… uh…. economy last night? But, the motel I got was okay- smoking room, lights in the bathroom didn’t work, only one pillow between both double beds, and the lock mechanism was broken so once I left I could not get back in. I didn’t feel that my life or my perfect std record were threatened so I payed up.

Today I woke up in a much better mood. I drove to RISD got settled in and now I’m eagerly awaiting class tomorrow. I’ll try and update as much as I can these next two weeks because for the first time since this blog’s inception I’m not living in the same house as half of its total audience.

Here are some pictures of my room, my desk, and some doodles I drew while waiting for my suite mates. Who still aren’t here even though its 11:00.

Until tomorrow,

I don’t know why I kept drawing the Millennium Falcon today.

p.s. 10 points to whoever can find the secret word in the drawing with all the black marks and 20 points to whoever can guess what movie I watched based on the screenshot on my desk.