Blue Denim

Leaves aren’t falling yet,

but it’s cold outside;

Snow is surely a threat,

and it’ll be a long ride

 

Blue denim comes out of the closet

as well as a fuzzy blanket;

Ice glistens like a carat

My lack of warm clothes is quite unfortunate

A Depressing Poem About Love

An arrow through the heart

Oh, for it’s just the start

I only wish for the best

And the results are bullets in my chest

 

For how I search

And how I yearn

Into the darkness I lurch

And the answer is stern

 

One word is killing me

Bleeding out profusely

You gave me the rope

And you didn’t tie it loosely

 

*Disclaimer: This is not actually my feelings towards love and life*

 

 

Nervous. Tuesday 9/5

History class was cancelled today. Thank God because I didn’t know there was homework. Hopefully that’s not an indication of how the rest of this first semester is going to be, but if it is, I think my parents are going to be very upset. I’ll be upset for that matter, too. But so far, it’s pretty hard. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t expect it to be easy. I just hope that I come out at the end with a decent GPA.

I need to find a team for the freshmen games by tomorrow at noon. My friend Gary and I want to find a team but I’m not sure if it’ll work out. I could always sign up for a team full of goons, but I’d rather be with people I choose.

Let’s hope tomorrow goes well!

Monday 9/4

I’m sure that I forgot to write at some point this weekend, but better late than never. Realistically, I had time to make a journal entry considering that my weekend was very uneventful. I didn’t do anything too exciting. I’d go as far as to say it was too long. Yes. A weekend. Too long. At this point, 1:44 on Labor Day, I want Tuesday to come. My classes aren’t fun or anything, but it’s something to do.

That’s actually a really good way to put my college experience so far–it’s something to do. I’ve been surprisingly bored so far, but it’s mostly my fault. I haven’t been meeting people and making connections like I should’ve been doing. Hopefully things fall into place in the forthcoming weeks.

The Weekend!

First Friday night here and I forgot to write something. Oops! I was really tired, though–lots of running around in a sense. Personally, I didn’t party last night, although I was willing to. My friend Gary said he’d text me if he was doing something. I waited but never got a text; I figured he didn’t do anything. Fast forward a few hours and I run into him in the crowded lobby of St. Catherine/St. Monica–the dorm we both live in.

He was so drunk. So it turns out that I missed out on some stuff, but I was pretty tired anyways. I hung out with him and then went to bed. Not a very eventful night. Maybe tonight might be different.

Hmmm…

I swivel in my stationary desk looking around for a clock. Where the hell is a clock?! Keep in mind, I can’t pull my phone out in class, especially being in the front row. Where. Is. A. Clock. You might be wondering why I need to know the time so badly. Maybe I have some big plans. A date perhaps? Who am I kidding… I had nothing. I just wanted to leave. It felt like I’d been sitting in Caughlin 104 for 3 hours, and the class is only an hour and fifteen minutes long.

If that doesn’t tell you how my Thursdays are, I’m not too sure what will. But Thursdays aren’t all negative; I’m coming to like Communications class because some people are just good at talking. Corey, this kid from my dorm, was unexpectedly an excellent speaker. It’s just nice to hear, I guess.

9 A.M. class. It’s 12:41 A.M.

Three Days Until Saturday

Summer. No, not the season (although I wish it was), but the song by Brockhampton. The collectives newest album, Saturation 2, has been on repeat constantly throughout this somewhat painful syllabus week, and it seems to be helping. Music is always one of my go-to’s for personal therapy; that or basketball, which I’ve playing quite a bit of in my free time. I’m stressed out about my classes, as well as worrying about making friends. Because well, surprise! I still don’t have many!

Today was nice, though. I enjoyed my english class a lot. Math was easy considering I learned everything on the syllabus in high school. And physics was eh. It could’ve been worse; it could’ve been a lab.

Oh wait. I have one of those, too. And for reference, I definitely rolled my eyes as I typed that. Anyways, I’m absolutely dreading this lab. It couldn’t be at a worse time either–between my communication and history class. Terrible. I need to set up a meeting or something with my advisor and ask them what’s up with that. It’s still Wednesday night, but I already know Thursdays will be the worst day of my week for the next 16.