Today I had a sudden urge to decorate our rooms for the holidays. Unfortunately, this isn't the first time I have had the impulse. The complete lack of decorations and money generally stands in the way, and forces me to get creative if I ever want to achieve my dream. Halloween was pathetic. I ended up coloring the window with expo markers. My mom decided to visit me in my hour of shame. She pitied me and bought us a vampire window cling. Now that Christmas is approaching, my pride is at stake. I frantically dug through the boxes that were left packed. I found Christmas tree ornaments, bright green ribbon, and.........absolutely nothing else. No tree, no garlands, no Christmas cards, pictures, or wrapping paper. In a pathetic attempt to redeem myself, I slid the ornaments on the ribbon and squinted until it looked remotely like a garland. Later, I found a mini snowman. He now lives in our bathroom. You can make your own conclusions, but in the meantime, I will tell you what I have come up with:
1. Christmas decorations don't count unless you take down the Halloween ones first
2. Living on your own brings a whole new side of creativity.....in a really sad way
3. Even snowmen have a perverted side

College...its weird

College has been completely different than I thought it would be. I came here expecting it to be like the movies. You know like all those sorority movies where all the girls parade around all day in skimpy pink pieces of cloth instead of regular comfy clothing, then at night they binge drink and make out with every frat boy they can get their hands on. I actually seriously considered pledging to a sorority until I remembered, I own one pink thing and it is no where near skimpy enough, so I didn't pledge.
I've never been a very social person so I got pretty nervous that without a sorority or some sort of group telling me what was going on on campus I would end up as one of those creepy people who only emerge from the solace of their dorm room for classes and feeding time. Like that weird guy who lives in the dorm closet in that movie Real Genius. Turns out I'm actually more social than I thought. I've actually made quite a few good friends and I've learned that eating alone is just a part of the whole college experience. To all you anti-social people don't worry, when you get to college no one really cares whether you eat alone or are surrounded by people. But beware of the college food. For about the first couple weeks the food seems wonderful, you don't have to cook it, the dishes do themselves, you get your daily exercise from walking to and fom your dorm, and there are about four different options every meal. After those first weeks the food loses its appeal, you no longer want to make the trek from your dorm, the food is the same every day, and the mac and cheese is always gross. If you're like me then you will basically just rely on eating popcorn and toast that you make in your secret toaster since things with open coils aren't actually allowed in the dorms. I end up being hungry all the time because I don't have money to buy good, delicious food or the energy to walk up to the dorm cafeteria.

There are a couple of things you should know. College is absolutely nothing like we expected. Within the first week of school I was kissed by a drunk stranger, became highly addicted to microwavable cakes, and developed an odd habit of talking to myself to keep my thoughts straight. My roommate Devan (you will meet her later) smuggled a toaster into the dorms, lost all regular sleeping patterns (I do feel partially responsible), and sings whatever is slightly relevant to our conversation. This blog will follow our adventures, incidents, and de-railed trains of thought as we embark on an impossibly long quest for our degrees through sleep deprivation,
hunger, and procrastination.