and now i'm a college student. sort of.

i am pretty much in college.
and i write from my dorm as we speak. or write i guess.
so far i really do like it.
except for the fact that i sometimes feel like i'm at efy.
but it won't be like that. i won't let it be like that.

where to start...
i haven't really decorated my side of the room with pictures and stuff.
i'll get to it eventually but i'm just too lazy.
i hate all this new student orientation stuff, but it's helpful i guess.
i got a rape whistle from my RA.
it came with a paper saying to "blow the whistle" when we needed comfort or something like that but really, it's rape whistle. just in case i happen to get...raped...at byu...
i love my roommate!
she's very, very nice and i think we'll get along great!
we all went to the nso bbq tonight. pretty good food, but i'm still hungry.
that means grocery shopping tomorrow.
and either target or walmart. or both.
and toys r us.
i'm in desperate need of a harry potter poster.

while enjoying my burger at the bbq, i pretty much saw the cutest boy i've seen in awhile.
yes i sound all high schooly, but honestly, is it fate that we ran into each other twice? well once.
but i first saw him at the bbq.
mary goes: oh look! a boy with decent taste! he looks all indie and what not. and he's cute.
[and she was right. fake glasses, skinny jeans, and a big hipster looking t-shirt.]
i say: we should be friends with him.
the bbq gets kind of boring and i feel like i'm at efy.
so i say: mary, let's go to the bookstore.
mary says: yes. let's do.
and we walk up the dreadful hill to the wilkinson center to the bookstore.
we buy our books and walk back down the hill.
mary hits me.
she says: look! it's him!
i say: why yes. it is him. and he's walking with two girls who look unlikely to hanging with a boy with such taste.
we pass the boy and i exchange an awkward walk-by glance.
mary says: oh he is cute!
i say in a love-struck-like voice: yeah...
mary then says: you'd be like perfect for him.
and then i was a little in love.
i say: yes. and i will run into him again. i hope.

and i hope i do. sort of.
it's late, i'm tired. but it was a decent day i think.