dis-oriented

Well readers, i've broken out of the metaphorical egg shell that is B'nai B'rith camp out into the real world. A world without meals-by-uzi or bed-making-by-liat. There's also a bit of a draft which i have yet to grow accustomed to. i'm not quite sure that i was ready to crack through yet. I still have to wipe the camp mindset of nothing-matters and fuck-bras off of myself. I thought i might shower to cleanse myself of my languid attitude but when i finally got close, my camp fuck-showers persona kicked in, and i ended up sticking my head under the faucet of a bathtub i found. Some things never change. After my arrival to UofM and my caught up sleep, i left the empty dorm room i was assigned to and wandered out into the coloquial streets. Turns out during the summer the streets a a lot less coloquial and a lot more tween-infested. I am officially lost now, and have been since about 6:45, but tried to cover up my obvious outsider identity by stopping somewhere new in intervals of about 35 minutes and settling in with a book, hoping that it may look like this was MY reading tree that i was perched by, or MY section of concrete step that i was sprawled over. Hours of "me talk pretty one day" and people watching later i stumbled upon one of the many UofM libraries and thought, maybe this could be MY library. And so it is. I remember the receptionist saying something about an orientation shananagan going on around 9. It's 9:16 and i've made myself fairly comfortable here. Looks like i'll have to wait until later to be oriented. This whole process has been fairly oriental to me (pardon my improper PC terminology). I've spent the majority of the waking day alone, and another significant portion of it with thai food and a cig. I hope when i'm done here i stumble upon my usual bathroom so that i can take my usual pee. Tomorrow orientation officially starts. Maybe i should shower...