Okay, Pt. II

Well, I'm feeling a little more comfortable, although I'm writing this in the center of Livingston and there are people everywhere. But it looks like I'm just working, so that's good enough.

I think someone pick-pocketed my written schedule out of my back pocket, so I don't have that anymore, which sucks. Maybe I left it at the dorm, though. I don't know.

Anyway, I'm an hour early here for my calc. class so I figured "hey this is the perfect time to sit and write". It's a good feeling, because no one bothers me and asks what I'm doing or whatever and I can just write and enjoy being in a new place.

I look like a fucking freshman, though, with my [college] shirt on and all, but I don't care, I'm liking this.

The room's filling up as I write, and I might want to move outside or something to find a more secluded spot.

I've found that EVERYTHING IS SHORT-TERM at college, since one thing follows another so quickly Back in the hometown, I would think about something and write a few days ahead of time and worry about it or get excited about it or whatever and then it would happen and I'd go back into a dry period for a while. Here, the biggest thing on my mind is my next class, or when I'll eat next, or where Mel or Lisa and Melissa are. It's like there's SO much more on my mind.

I've got a half-hour until class starts, so I'm just going to try and map out my thoughts until then. I've really got to call that lady about work-study. If I don't get that job, I'm fucked, because I NEED money for random events and school stuff. I do have $86 in my college express though, so that should last for at least a month or two if I spend kinda sparingly. So money's kind of a problem, but not huge.

Next on my mind is chicks. Mel is a good friend, but I don't think we'd be that great together. Melissa is cool, so she's a possibility, but I really don't have any idea. What sucks is that I don't know how to meet girls. I suck at it. I can talk to them or whatever, but that fucking initiative is what kills, so I'll have to deal with that. Whatever, I don't even know what I'm saying now, because I'm thinking about class, so I'm out of here.