Oh yes.

Hello, world. So I've had this blogger since February, but I've only now started making entries. Anway. Whatev.

I've been at Cal for exactly a week, and it's been great. I love it here, and I'm so glad that I've chosen Berkeley as my home for the next four years. College is definitely going to be epic.

Everyone here, despite how dumb or lame they act, is really smart. It's cool. It's not like high school where people go to school because it'd be illegal not to. But that's a whole 'nother blog.

My roommates are the greatest. Alice is cool. We do a lot of things the same. We both brought so much stuff to move-in day. But she's way messier than I am. But she knows it. Annika is hilarious. I love her because she laughs at everything I say. And she swears like PJ and I are married. It's funny. She claims she will be "the force that breaks up your marriage." And she acts like the mom in the room. Always telling us to clean up, even though her side of the room is just as messy. Oh, Annika. We're always in the room together at night while Alice is out. That's when we have all our laughs. Tonight she kidnapped my stuffed tiger named Douglas. Annika, you heifer.

There's a girl named Holly who lives on our floor. She's amazing. And a genius! She scored a 2360 on the SAT, and she turned down Harvard for Cal. Wth, right? But she's totally cool. I always have fun when I'm with her. Yesterday, we tried to go out and party on frat row, but everything was insanely lame. So we ended up going back to the dorm, laughing our asses up 7 flights of stairs because our good-for-nothing elevator was broken. It was some night.

I'm going to spend as much time as I physically can at the RSF tomorrow. The RSF is the Recreational Sports Facility at Berkeley, which is esentially the gym. It's really close to my dorm so I could walk there in less than five minutes. In an honest attempt to lose 30 pounds, I'm going to be there as often as I can. Hell. Yeah.

Anyway, there's this total creepster on the 2nd floor who swears like he has game. We call him Stranger Danger. It's hilarious. It's fun witnessing Annika's blatant dislike for him.

I'll continue reporting on the antics of Unit 3 Norton Hall as they happen. This year should be interesting.