I haven’t updated this blog much, mostly because not much has occurred for me to actually write about. It’s been a mostly lazy summer, aside from going to LA for a few times. My birthday passed by as well, August 9th. I was planning to write an entry about my feelings of being eighteen years old. But that’s cliché, and I ended up ranting to a friend about it instead. A lot. Instead, I dedicate this entry to the beginning of a new life: college.

I move in to college pretty soon. It’s a little scary to think about it. In a few days, I won’t have my own room, a place I consider a sanctuary at all times. I’ll be living in a new city, a beautiful one, but a new one. I’ll be learning new, different things, expanding my perspectives beyond the education I received in high school. I’ll be experiencing new, and different things as well. I’ll be meeting new people, making new friends. So much new. It’s really terrifying and awful, both the positive and negative definitions of those two adjectives.

I really don’t know what to expect. It’s a big step for me. High school was a big step. Socially, especially. I spent half of high school being incredibly shy. Slowly but surely, I’ve been able to crawl out of the shell I had built myself years prior. And really, even now, I still find communication difficult. I’m what some call “socially awkward” – but I’m trying to fix that. I don’t know how I will act when I’m presented college experiences, how I’ll act when meeting new people constantly, or how I’ll act when given difficult tasks to complete. Would I be the same as I was in freshman year? Or maybe, I’ll be able to be bigger than that, stronger than I used to be. It all worries me as much as it worries me to leave my room, my family, my friends behind, for a new life, it seems.

But I want it. I do want to start this new life. I want to meet new people, and I’d like to believe that things can be less difficult for me socially. I suppose this entry is another rant of some sort. Most are. This blog is really just one of the ways I can write out my frustrations… as well as make money… (from…those ads… over there… cough).

Anyway, I hope you, reader, are having a lovely day, and don’t completely judge me based on this journal entry. But if I ever am socially awkward, respect and accept! As one should with most people-related issues.