I know enough's enough and you're leaving.

I'm really trying to do everything in my power to not actually do work today. I was up until one in the morning last night trying to bullshit out three pages of a paper that is due on the thirtieth. I have to have three pages of it done for tomorrow. I know it's good to revise often, but it's really infuriating to make a page limit. If the content is good, there's no reason as to why it should be a specific length. Some people write concisely, like myself, and find it really difficult to elongate ideas for the sole idea of elongating. There's no content, why stretch your bullshit to the ends? There's nothing there, my God.

I tried hookah last Friday and it was actually a lot of fun. I mean, the whole concept of breathing addictive substances into your lungs is not fun, but it was the people and the ambiance. I went with Alex, Jessica, Leah, Matt and Kaylee to this place in the EV and it was just super chill. All of our trains on the way back, however, shut down for construction or whatever and we didn't get back until three am. We ended up having to get off at Herald Square and walk to Penn Station to get onto the one, but the one was down at that station (because it would be too easy to just have everything go right for once, right?) so we had to ride the two to 96th and transfer onto the one. It was rough.

I went to Daylife on Sunday, too, which was so much fun. There was free music and a bunch of different food stands and thrift shops to peruse. I got to see Swaai Boys for free and they were entertaining like always. I met Katarina down there for the day and it was really nice to see her. She hasn't made any friends at NCC and I'm worried only because I don't know if she's avoiding making friends just because they attend NCC or if she just can't socialize. Like I introduced her to my friends Sunday and I don't think she talked at all to them, even though I would bring her into the conversation. It's weird. She really should have gone away for college, but what can you do.

Saturday, I'm jumping around, I saw Alt-J and I wasn't a fan of them until I saw him. It all comes together live and now I do believe they are deserving of their Mercury Prize. I caught the setlist for Alex and got trampled for it.

I am so damn tired and kind of homesick. I miss Jaxson.

i envy you, i always have.

I'm at college right now. Let that soak in, Internet. I started this blog back in late freshman year in high school and now I'm a freshman in college. That's about four years, now.

Do I think I've grown up any? Yes, but not a lot.

I'm getting used to college life. I mean, to be honest, I think I'm really acclimated now. I still get homesick sometimes, but it's better. The first two days were pretty rough.

I was robbed on the fifth day on the steps leading to Horan Hall. Those next two days were rough, too. Jessica picked up the school newspaper and there's an article on the front page about it. Essentially, I'm famous, even though my name is not mentioned once.

I'm kidding. I'd rather not be famous for being robbed.

The Fiftieth Precinct drove me around the projects at night, which they call "The Maze" and it was pretty freakin' terrifying. After that happened, I'm much more aware of my surroundings and honestly grateful for all that I have.

If anyone reads this: if you're robbed, don't go chasing after them. That's a terrible idea and yeah. You're just gonna be winded and furious. Try just to be furious.

I went to a party over at Jasper the night after and drank way too much. I threw up out a window. Freshmen, man.

I've met some really great people here. Jessica, Simona, Kaylee, Leah, Aline, Heidi, Mike are all wonderful people. The guy prospects could be better, though. I'm picky. My dream husband is Brandon Flowers and I'm pretending that I could snag a guy like that. Yeah, right.

I have Chinese in an hour and a half. Today I had an eight hour break which is still in process. It kind of sucks. My classes end at 7:45 and it's really exhausting. I'm so glad my math class is only two times a week, but Jesus Christ, Manhattan. Couldn't you find a better time frame other than late?

My teacher is pretty bad, too. I can't really discern his handwriting and he has a thick Armenian accent. I just don't have great luck when it comes to math teachers. My English professor is wonderful, however. My religion teacher is awesome, too. Chinese is Chinese; I'm gonna complain about it regardless.

My science class is essentially high school chemistry all over again. I'm not complaining though. It should be easy.

I had my first college drunken hookup and I'm regretting it every day. I'm convinced I have a thing for tall blonds. Whoops.

I honestly wish I had the energy to divulge to my private fucking blog about how I feel about it, but I don't. I just want to forget it forever, but that's really hard considering that he keeps trying to get to know me and I'm kind of just over it. Usually I'm the one trying to stay around, but I just don't fucking care anymore. Whatever happened, happened, but seriously, back up. You're nice and all, but seriously. Go find another chick.

I write this and then something is gonna happen between us and I'm gonna wanna terminate this blog entry.

I'm gonna go warm up some soup before class and then play the Sims.

Oh, I got a semester full of credit. Thanks AP and the College Board.