DAY 3: Who are these people?

These people are hard to read, i'll tell ya. I'm not going to give names but people here I don't quite understand them. I don't know if I can trust them or call them my friends yet. I found myself the last two days dreaming about being back in Chicago & waking up to find myself in the out skirts of Boston. My dreams seem more realistic than reality.

We had a spaghetti dinner today with Alaska, Louisiana & my room mates. It was nice. We all sat around in the hot kitchen helping with dinner even though we were all pretty much drenched in sweat. When it was finally done we all sat at the table like a little family. Vampire Weekend was playing on my Ipod deck, so sitting there chowing down wouldn't be that awkward. We shot the breeze, talking about our 'accents' & where we are from. I must say though, I totally suck at eating spaghetti. Let's hope I never go on a date to an Italian restaurant, it will be nothing but failure on my half. After dinner Abi did dishes but asked me to take over. So, I washed the dishes & Alaska dried them, then put them away. These kids are so polite.

Every time I look one of my class mates in the eyes, I can't help but ponder on who they are. Are they good people? Do they like me? Will I see them after graduation? Crap like that. When I look at them I see a mix of things. I see a good person that is just as scared as I am to be in this new place just trying to make something of ourselves. I see an art student who is particularly different than other college kids since we know being an artist will be hard economically but we go to school for it anyways. I see a person just wanting to fit in, but realistically we were all born to stand out.

I'm hot & bothered. This damn heat is ridiculous & absolutely unnecessary. I'm highly thinking about stealing the neighbor's air conditioner while they are sleeping tonight. My only reasonable & logical solution to this nonsense is to sleep in my undies & tank top which will result in nothing but sleeping like a baby tonight.

DAY 2: Alaska

I've come to notice how people don't really exist until the first day you meet them. Today I met some people from all over the U.S. It's odd how we all talk to different & act differently.

Dana: I met him today finally. He was everything I thought he would be but since I've been talking to him since Spring time, I have had an idea of who he was already. Though, when finally meeting him today I actually believed the image & personality set in my mind prior. He is very sweet & handsome. He's also VERY easy to talk to. I noticed that before we met, I would always go to him to vent. He's one of a handful of people that are actually good for this universe.

Kris: Oh man, where to get started. I've been talking to Kris since Spring time too but not as much as Dana. I honestly thought he didn't like me at first. He is also seemed very timid but once I met this kid, man oh man was I wrong. He came knocking on my bedroom door today & we immediately gave each other a hug, then proceeded to the living room where we chatted each other's faces off. Oh and did I mention he's from ALASKA!! Yeah, totally blew my mind too. I was upset when he didn't have an accent like Sarah Palin though.

I spent a good majority of the afternoon with Dana & Kris but towards dinner time Dana left with his room mate. So, Kris & I ended up spending the rest of the day together. He's actually still here but he's in the living room playing 'Apples to Apples' with the room mates & a few other Hallmark kids.

I hope that Hallmark is full of people like Dana & Kris. That would make missing my friends back home less painful.

DAY 1: Here Goes Nothing.

Starting today I will write one entry about my life. Now, I know what ya guys are thinking..."woooow, a LIFE! Everyone has one of those. Nothing special." Well now, shut your sarcastic little pie hole & listen up. I have a life yes but I do most certainly have another too. One in Chicago & one in Boston. This is where I start my journey into finding out who I am, why i'm here and why I chose to move 1000 miles away from my comfort blanket home in Chicago.

In a nutshell, after almost 2 days of driving my sister, mom & I finally made it to my new house. My room mates are awesome. Jacki is very sweet & I've known her the longest. Abi is shy but is slowly opening up to us & Dezi is the new room mate who took Emma's place, she's funny as hell. Not to mention they all have wicked awesome accents! Anyways, while my room mates were out my sister, mom & I had the house to our selves & decided we would have Subway for dinner before they started their trip back home to Chicago. There was a crap ton of crying, a lot of spiders & a bunch of mixed emotions. They eventually left after a 20 min hug session in my driveway. I sat on my porch as the summer sun slowly crept closer to the horizon and watched my mom & sister drive into said sun set until I couldn't see their tail lights anymore. I realized then that i'm on my own. No one here knows who I am, or what kind of person I am including myself. I'm a stranger to this city as well as myself.

All that I keep thinking in my head is...

'here goes nothin.'

First time i'm sleeping in a room I don't have to share. Let's hope it's a goodnight.