Here I am alone in my dorm room, which is one of the only half full ones in my hall. Everything is quiet in the wake of Reading Days, which is a completely foreign concept to me. Patrick Hall, my floor especially, is one of the most alive freshman dorms, in my opinion, on campus. We even have different unofficial themes to our floors. Floor 1 is video games, Floor 2 is sex, Floor 3 is drinking and Floor 4 is smoking weed. I just wanted to share that random fact.
Life for me has been pretty cool lately. Other than the fact that I've been sick as hell for the past couple of days, my trip home was awesome. I've already accepted the fact that coming home is strictly family time, much like I've accepted the fact that friends forever is basically meaningless, thus bringing us to the main topic of today's blog.
Just to be clear, I am not bitter over the fact that I do not talk to most of my friends from High School. I'm the type of person that loves the one I'm with. It's very easy for me to allow the old friends that I don't see anymore to float to the wayside, as unhealthy as that might be. However, I know that people will move into and out of my life for different reasons and, not to sound like a Hallmark card, but I'm pretty thankful for the times that I had with them.
Now it's time for me to act crazy with other people ;)
College Update:
That gross smell was the fish bowl.
Being sick is not fun.
My fish died this morning.
I kind of think I like living without my roomate. (No offense if you're reading this, Mer. It's so peacefull here...)
More college updates when this place isn't so deserted.
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