SoIt'sOver

New Segment! I spent weeks on the title. Cause I kept pausing.

Read the title, then commence to weep for my person. I am stepping across a very sacred ground. A ground untouched by my filthy toes. Yes, I speak of the sacred ground known as adulthood. Weep and rejoice. I actually don't really care, either way I am depressed.

Kind of funny how most teenagers squeal with joy when they hit 18. All I can do is breathe a very long sigh of calm distress.

College is less than a few weeks away. Orientation is actually right around the corner. Not that it means anything. It just signals the demise of my current lifestyle. Ha, most of you are probably yelling at the screen, "You don't have a lifestyle!" And you would be correct, but having no lifestyle IS my lifestyle. Let that sink in for a second.

I have 0 expectations of my college life. Worse case scenario is that I make no friends and simply take my credit hours in silence. I actually wouldn't mind that at all. But making a friend or two would be nice. Not that I am lonely. Not even slightly, I have many pixels keeping me company....

Waiting for my college life to start is annoying to say the least. I don't actively think about it. It is some weird sub-conscience distress that simply sits at the back of my head that constantly tugs on my soul. It isn't something that is currently disrupting my life, but it is an ever so dim light that seems to penetrate just enough into my being that unsettles the settled dust. That settled dust that has been residing in myself for over a year.

I don't know how to react to this sudden and imminent duty that has been served to me. Do I get myself excited? Anxiety kicks in? Or should I just shrug it off until Doomsday actually hits? I prefer doing the very last option. Why distress over something like this? Well, that question is easily answered, I am scared. But I would never admit that to my Dear Readers!

 College is an exciting adventure! LIES! I will not feast on these lies from the pit below. I am 18 for crying out loud. I know when I am being mocked. College will no doubt open my eyes to people in general. A public setting with peers that will learn the same things I am. Oh boy. I hope there is a psychotic student that throws pencils at the teacher. That way we can break the ice on day one.

In all respects, I am cautiously optimistic about the end of this month. Sure, nothing will probably go right, but that shouldn't make me resent college. I already resent it. Just need to get my text books. Why do they make it such a chore to acquire my books? Might as well rub salt-crusted lemon juice in my soul-wound (yes, they are real wounds, wounds that count). $130 for a book? GENIUS! Thank goodness I can rent them! OH WAIT! I need a retarded code for a random website! UH OH! If I only need the code it costs me around $85 IF the college bookstore offers it. Wow, that made everything so easy. The college bookstore even sells sturdy rope! Just what the doctor ordered. A sturdy rope and knot lessons w/ bonus CD! BRB