Diversity City

Oh, college.

It's been about two weeks since the beginning of instruction, and I still can't bring myself to get back into study-mode. I'm totally behind in my reading. I have yet to buy one of my textbooks. And the one textbook I did buy is still lying comfortably by my desk in its protective clingwrap. I'm off to a great start. Good thing I was honest with myself, and took classes that interested me. So I'm free from the bondage of math, english, and history. Otherwise, I would've been fucked. In the ass. Without lube. As Holly says.

I think I'm going to stick to being an intended psychology major. There was a meeting today for intended psych majors but the building was really far, and I was not trying to get raped on the way back. Not that that happens all the time or anything. But walking around alone in the dark, regardless of where you are, is dangerous. Anyway. I'm trying to figure out my schedule for next semester because we're going to pick classes in October for the spring. And there are only 6 prerequisite classes that I need to take over the course of 3 semesters. I'm on my way to my six figures. Hahaha.

There are a lot of people back home that I really miss. People whose personalities are unique to themselves and will never be replicated. Like Earl. I can search the world far and wide and never find a person like him. Which is funny because he's exactly like me. &Junemy. I've lived two streets away from her for 7 years, and being 500 miles apart is really strange. I'm talking to her on AIM right now, and she's making me crack up without even the sound of her voice! And godsister Rochelle is having her debut this Saturday, and I'm a candle. I don't have time to make her a video, so I'm probably just gonna write her a letter. I wish I could be there though.

I miss home. But on the other side, I've met a lot of people here who I've come to know and love. Like my roommates. And Holly. And recently, the boys in the triple down the hall. They're really chill and will probably end up becoming like brothers to me. And the greatest part of it is that everyone that I've met, especially on my floor, have totally different backgrounds. Not your typical Filipino family like I've known for so long and have gotten used to. Like this guy named Do who's full Korean, but he was born and raised in Mexico so he speaks perfect Spanish. It's crazy.

Anyway. That's my update. I love college. Hooray for higher education.