The End of a First

Well, my freshman year of college is almost over. My last final is Friday.

Am I pysched?

Not really.

I, unlike all my friends, will not be going home to my friends who went to different schools. Those friends are in another state, almost another time zone. Nope, I'm stuck without friends. Sure, my best friend is coming up for a week and my mom and I are already planning a road trip back to where I went to high school ... but it's not the same. Instead of hanging out at the local malls or at a friends' houses, I am going to be either working, or be bored in my room. I do not really know anyone who lives near me. Doesn't help that we just moved, yet again, after living in the other house for only a year, and I didn't even know people there. I'm at school most of the time, only home on the weekends.

My roommate is still getting on my nerves and it sucks. We were getting along great until last week. I was actually going to be sad about leaving, not anymore. I will be so glad to get away from her, it's not even funny ... and I feel horrible about this. I don't want to feel this way. Back before last week, we were talking and I told her she had to make sure to be hear Thursday night, so we can watch the season finale of CSI. We've been watching it every week this semester and before, it wouldn't be the same without her. Now, I wish she was done with finals tomorrow so she would go home. Alas, we have the same class and so we both have the same last final.

I hope that this blog will one day be happy ... or at least more than just me ranting. That would be very nice. I am considering starting daily posts. I will be posted another entry, not too long after this, as an example of what I hope to do. Who knows, maybe I'll actually keep up with it ... don't hold your breath though.

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