| I decided to start anew. Someone should cue theme music from Saved by the Bell: The College Years. Yes, I'm in college. Doesn't that scare anyone else? It scares the shit out of me. Continuously. I'm completely dependent upon myself now, and that is one of the scariest realizations ever. No more nagging mother, yelling up the stairs, "Get up! You have to go to school!" or "Clean your room!" Nope. Just a sillyfaced roommate who I adore, who happens to be slightly less lazy than I am.
So where do I start? I'm a freshman at Ohio University. Journalism major, what what. I really have nothing interesting to say. I spend my days attempting to keep myself awake in my classes, and dance around in my pajamas to Outkast with my roomate when I come home. We watch bad television, annoy our hallmates with obnoxiously loud Ludacris at random hours of the night, and get giddy about cute boys. My roomie makes me happy.
I have some emotional baggage, I will admit. Screwed over more than once or twice, but I still have a lot of love to give. (So, you know, if you want any, you can have some.) I would like to be happy and content for once though. I thought that would happen for me when I got here, but it's been quite the opposite. Fuck you, unnamed boy. You make me crazy. And I still love you. I'm insane. Put me out of my misery.
Needless to say, I am quite the hopeless girl. Silly and confused and lost all of the time. But I mean well. Let's be friends? I have awesome taste in music, I wear pink shoes, and I know all of the words to your favorite old school rap song. And if nothing else, I listen to Ashlee Simpson and I am not ashamed to admit it. What now?
Write me love letters?
<3 Ashleigh. |
