Aug 13, 2006 19:25
It's different. A good different. I am starting over. All errors have been erased; all is forgotten. I could be someone totally different, and no one would ever notice, because they never knew me before. Not that I will, but the thought is intriguing.
I have to buy milk.
Not for my mom, but so I can have breakfast tomorrow.
I am proud of myself. I am proud because I am making an effort. I knew I would, but the first night it hit me. "oh my God, I don't know anyone here and now I have to make friends otherwise I will rot and die in this room."
I have a tendency to push myself by giving myself unrealistic scenarios and being way too over-dramatic about the situation I am in.
While sitting in the computer lab today, I talked to a guy. He asked me to come along and play volleyball with a group of him and his friends. I said I'd have to see, but I got his room number, and he got mine. I am going by tonight, against mother's will, to see him. Just a friendly test run, see if this could possibly be my next buddy. Someone I can hang out with and become close to. Someone that will keep me from sitting in my room eating cups of noodles and a small pint of ice cream that can barely fit in my freezer.
We've come a long way baby, oh yes we have.