Gay Frat Parties & Gummy Bears

So last night, Holly took me to a gay frat party a few blocks away from our dorm. Random, right? Anyone, it was my first night partying considering the last time I hit up frat row was a total disappointment. The house was small, and there were so many people in there. It was really hot. I spent the time dancing with Holly, having sweat drip out of every freaking pore. It was gross, but pretty fun.

But the highlight of my evening was when Holly and I left. We stopped by Bear Market, &she bought a few snacks. We sat on the balcony in our study lounge with an intensely amazing view and just talked. Annika sat with us too, and we talked until like 2AM. Moments like that are the ones I love most. You're not really doing much, but you feel really happy. Or at least I did. Life is good. And I think we forget how good it is because we get caught up in all of the bullshit we cause for ourselves. So whenever I see a beautiful view or am surrounded by genuinely good people, I'm reminded of how lucky I am. Cheesy, I know, but I'm actually quite serious.

Anyway, I only have one class from 3-4 today, and my very first homework assignment is due at 5:15. Practically everyone on my floor has been freaking out about all their classes, and I'm usually just chillin' in my room, not doing anything important. But it's only for the first semester so I can get the hang of things. Then I'll buckle down, and take more units with harder classes. I read online that the demand for Psychologists is increasing, so maybe I'll do that for sure. And my Psych 1 class is really interesting. But I don't know. It's too early to tell.

I'm gonna go to the financial aid office soon because they're pissing me the fuck off &not giving me any of my money. So I need to go regulate.

My blog is no kind of interesting.