I am trash pt 3

Thursday was freaking terrifying. I slept on the floor on a yoga mat.

I didn't do as much because I was off on a college acceptance trip thingy where people go look at college. I went to Smith.

College makes me hyper uncomfortable, so I felt mildly ill all day.

We (My mom and I) flew into Hartford and I learned that Hartford is not a real place. It is, but good god the airport. No one looked like they were anxious or in a hurry and it was all very off-putting. The atlanta airport always has the feel of "OH MY GOD I AM GOING TO DIE IF I DONT MAKE IT TO MY GATE RIGHT NOW." I like that. It's homey.

After leaving the creepily calm airport, we picked up our rental from the sleaziest car rental guy EVER, and then got on the road. Smith is about an hour outside of Hartford, depending on traffic. I expected to really like it. I didn't.

It was nice; I had a really fun time. My host was lovely. We played cards against humanity with her friends and their prospies late into the night. I made horrible jokes about altar boys and satan. It was great fun. Even sleeping on the floor was alright.

But it just didn't feel right. More coming in I am trash pt 4