I think it's time that I write a note. All the cool kids are doing ("I'm a cool mom. I throw cool parties") so I thought I'd give it a shot. After a month at school, I stil feel like I'm living in a different universe. (Technically I am if you consider the other universe, where about 90% of my friends are attending, FSU)

It's been a rough start. By now severally of my friends have recieved depressing weepy phone calls from me, expressing my dislike for a lot of the people around me. I told myself coming into this that college was going to suck at first. I wasn't gonna sugar-coat a fact of life. It's hard being transplanted to another city, state, time zone, climate zone (Did I mention it snowed today?) no matter who you are. Making friends has been the hardest thing. I have to say that in the last few weeks I've encountered some individuals, the likes of which I haven't seen since middle school; really, really nasty human beings. It was difficult, it still is, to see people around you having such an easy time with things while I'm struggling. But things are looking up.

In other news, I went into Chicago last Friday to see Ian and Helen, who both happen to live in the same building. It feels nice to talk with actual physical people from home. I know it's taboo to say this but I actually do miss some aspects of high school. It was a fun time for me. My adolesence was hell so I made the most of high school, and this last summer. I miss going to Kashmir every Wednesday night and just talking with my friends, feeling like the reality of college and the future was years away. I mean, for crying out loud, my summer lasted 4 months and my biggest responsibility was making carmel macchiatos at Starbucks. But I digress. I hung out with Ian who, in turn, took me to get my nose pierced, which made me very happy. It was a nice night.

Schools been going well. I got a B on my Biology midterm which is sweet. I love my voice teacher. He winks at me...a lot. I hate piano class and theory and diction aren't bad. The hard part is getting into Northwestern. Once you get here, you're good.

So I very, very randomly met this boy named Spencer who's so sweet. We went to hear Danny from the Real World: New Orleans speak about being gay, coming out, and "Don't Ask, Don't Tell". He was a nice piece of eye candy I have to say. His stories were very real and heart-felt. It was just a nice night. It's nice to spend time with people who remind me of home.

That's about everything. I hate to blog so I'm surprised I wrote so much. I should go sleep. Kelley