In COLLEGE this week...

...nothing happened.


Seems like everyone and their dog is commenting on their blogs or their facebook pages about how wonderful college is, and how many wonderful friends they're meeting, and how simply wonderful it is to be moved out of the house.

Or maybe I'm just slightly envious and only notice because I am.

Still.


I'm going to Salt Lake Community College and I have met a total of zero friends thus far.

I eat my lunch in my car everyday alone, hoping people don't see me. When they do, I put my phone up to my ear and pretend to be talking.

I have only seen one potentially cute guy here, and he's kinda femme. My meditation teacher is pretty hot though...hmm....probably married. (I just said that, right?)

All the other guys have mullets and sport the horrible button-up hawaiian shirts from the....oh wait. Those were never in.


So ghetto.



Let's just say this: on the first day of school, I...

...got in a minor car accident. You might ask "Isn't that already the third time you've been hit in two years?" And I'd say "No, silly. That's the FOURTH time." One more, and I'll be a regular to the Police Department Emergency Dispatcher.

...missed all of my first class (see above)

...went to talk to my professor in the class I had missed and he only grunted and gave angry hand directions to me.

...told previously mentioned teacher that the left side of his hair is completely and absurdly larger than the other side. In my mind, of course.

...had to take my car in for inspection THAT NIGHT. (luckily (or maybe "unfortunately" would fit better there, as I absolutely hate that car) it still passed.)

...noticed that the lovely wreck from the morning created a new collection of "damage-areas" to my car. The dent in the driver's side door is still there from when the man across the street backed into my car. Chipped paint on front, dent in side door, and cracked/broken bumper. Nice.

...ate my lunch in my twice dented car, by myself, listeing to Yanni.

...went into small shock when a registered sex offender that used to go to Viewmont walked into my Natural Disasters class.

...went into complete shock when he chose the last available seat, conveniently located right next to me.

...almost completely freaked out after he looked over at me/my paper for the seventh time.

...completely ignored him when he tried to strike up a conversation after class.

...had to work straight after school and was slightly ignored by my best friend working there as well. He didn't even know I was working the same six hour shift he was on that day until I told him on Saturday. Yes, SIX hours of being invisible.


I guess you could say it was an eventful day.


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I have gone to college while living at home for only two days now, but so far I am slightly disappointed. I was stoked for college for three basic, yet completely serious reasons:

1. to "find" a real boyfriend
2. to meet an entirely new group of friends I'd be comfortable hanging out with
3. to be a clean slate, and allow people to see me as who I am, not whether I'm popular or not


So far, I'm disappointed on both #'s 1 and 2. 3's on it's way, as I don't think I belong to any one social clique yet. Maybe I never will.

Who knows?

All I know is that I'm tired of hearing about people's simply fantastical tales of college and the limitlessly attractive co-eds.


I need to move out.
I'm ready.
I'm beyond-ready.


If only my bank account would catch up.