anyway, the plane landed in orlando (city code of mco if anyone wants to know) and i had no idea what i was supposed to do next. i did what any normal person would have done, i made myself as noticeable as possible by (first getting my bags) changing into every single piece of airline academy anything i could find and walking up and down the pick up area hoping i would stick out enough. good thing it worked cause a man found me after about an hour and he loaded my stuff in a glorified van/bus thing. his name was tom and he was a very nice man, he also drove me about an hour away, dropped me off at a closed hotel (dad, you would be happy, the hotel is a supporter of harley davidson, they have a big sign on the side, it helped me feel at home as weird as that may sound), tossed me my bags and drove away, but don't be fooled he was very nice.
"well, what now?" i thought to myself; then i thought, "hey i think i will call my mom and ask her if there is a number i can call. so i did just that, she gave me this random number that i have no idea where she got it from. i called it and a mystery lady answered, i told her my situation and she gave me directions to the elevator (which i am sure, karli, you would appreciate cause it reminded me of the ukraine. you know, dark, creepy, creacky, with the pop out at you buttons and the fun little ride at the end.) and told me to go up to the third floor and knock on door number 301 and wait for more directions. i started to wonder what i was getting myself into, something like the matrix, were they going to tell me something that would change my entire outlook on life, you know, ask me if i wanted the blue or the red. anyway, i followed her instructions and knocked on the door. a girl answered, i would guess around 17 and she just sort of tossed me a key with a number on it and told me to skit.
"well, what now?" i thought to myself; then i thought, "hey i think i will call my mom and ask her if there is a number i can call. so i did just that, she gave me this random number that i have no idea where she got it from. i called it and a mystery lady answered, i told her my situation and she gave me directions to the elevator (which i am sure, karli, you would appreciate cause it reminded me of the ukraine. you know, dark, creepy, creacky, with the pop out at you buttons and the fun little ride at the end.) and told me to go up to the third floor and knock on door number 301 and wait for more directions. i started to wonder what i was getting myself into, something like the matrix, were they going to tell me something that would change my entire outlook on life, you know, ask me if i wanted the blue or the red. anyway, i followed her instructions and knocked on the door. a girl answered, i would guess around 17 and she just sort of tossed me a key with a number on it and told me to skit.
by the number on the back of the envelope i guessed room 201 was gonna be my new home, so i just went "home". i opened the door and there was no one, i tell you i felt like a lost dog or i guess a lost person. after i started to put my stuff away my room mates eventually came home. they ended up being very nice, to my gratitude.
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