I’ve kind of been putting off writing…but there’s lots I’ve wanted to write about. I’ve been really busy with school, though. I got dropped from my Psych class because I missed one of the discussions; I got the time mixed up with my other class and it was so, so stupid. The professor made me drop it or else I would be failed. It’s part of the college policy, and I think they usually don’t enforce it, but for this class there was a long wait list. Because of that, because of that one stupid mix-up, I had to add another class, Religious Studies, three weeks into instruction. The class is pretty interesting, and I like the professor a lot better; he’s really funny during lectures. But having to catch up really sucks.

Being so busy means I don’t really have time to worry about not making friends. I’m not really angsty about it anymore, and I’ve realized that even though I wish I had a group of friends like the other kids in the hall, I don’t necessarily want that group of friends. I think they’re kind of obnoxious/rude because sometimes they’re really loud at night. I used to think that I didn’t have high standards for friendship, or that I liked most everyone, but I think I’m just really big on respect. When people act disrespectfully around me I pretty much instantly dislike them.

I have a class with the guy across the hall from me, and I thought we could be friends. He’s kind of awkward and geeky, which isn’t so bad, I’m pretty awkward myself. But when we were talking the other day he called some guys faggots. That pissed me off. It could just be him trying to be cool, but just…aah. It’s not cool at all. So I don’t really want to talk to him anymore. I wish I had any other classes with people in my hall. I really like some of the people in my English class but they live in other buildings and I don’t know how to like…initiate hanging out and they probably have a group of friends anyway.

I’ve been getting to know my roommate more, and we get along really well. But it still feels like…it’s hard to feel closer to her because we don’t have interests in common. We haven’t really hung out other than eating dinner together.

The other day she asked if I had ever had any crushes. I’m so tempted but so scared to come out to her. I was laughing at myself in my head because my response was so awkward. I just said yeah and vaguely described “him” as a really smart and funny guy who used to be in my class. I don’t think my roommate would freak out if I tell her I’m gay, she has said that she used to have a gay guy friend. I’m just scared she’d be iffy because we live together and all.

On a positive note…I got an A- on my first essay. ๐Ÿ˜€ woo! (although another one’s due this tuesday ๐Ÿ˜ฆ )