Beginning

I set up this blog for one reason and one reason alone. I want to write about my college experiences in total and complete honesty. I don't care who reads this or what they think. This is purely for myself.
Where to begin?
First off, this isn't exactly the beginning of college for me. Classes actually started about two weeks ago, on August 25th. So far things haven't been so bad. Sociology is pretty boring, but the class itself isn't too long so that makes up for it. My Psychology professor is amazing, though I feel like we really talk about nothing in his class. My Chinese Culture class is absolutely hilarious. I try to bring my voice recorder to every class simply so I can listen to my professor again and again because he's so funny. English is...boring, but then it always tends to be. Not to mention its' an hour and forty five minutes long. Taking AP English my senior year really helped me though, I think. I feel like I'm much more prepared for that class than I could have been. In any case, enough about class.
The college experience so far has been...interesting. My roommate Brittany is absolutely wonderful. She doesn't want to drink or party and wants to focus on school for now. Same thing with me. The university offers so many late night programs here, especially on fridays to keep students occupied, which we all know is to be a distraction from other "late night activities" but that's alright. They don't succeed. Brittany and I stayed up this morning just watching the drunk girls meander across the parking lot, and I witnessed a drug dealing. Haha, that was interesting. Hm...I'm at level 23 in World of Warcraft, if that's college related at all? Or, not that it matters. This is what I want to write about.
Last night I was thinking about Stephenie Meyer's story Twilight a lot and actually dreamt about it kind of. Except it was my own vampire story about a girl named Brittany (yes after my roommate) who lives her life as a human until one night she goes to sleep with a fever and wakes up as a vampire. Or...something along those lines. I know it sounds cheesy now but It was an awesome dream, I swear.
I suppose my final topic of the night/morning will be typical of most teenage girl rants. Boys. I want a boyfriend so desperately right now, and I feel pathetic for it. Normally I'll get up and preach about how we as teenage girls don't need guys to fulfill our emotional needs and all that stuff. But I'm so tired of being alone. I'm so ready to just be in a relationship. I'm so sick of dating a guy ony to get cheated on a week, or a year later. I've dealt with both and even though I've pretty much given up hope of being in a relationship that won't end up with me being cheated on, I'm still just so...desperate for someone to be in my life. Someone to walk to classes with, and stay up late talking to on the phone or online. I just want someone.
Well I suppose that ends my rant for the night. I'll try to update this as often as I can, I've never been good with journals or blogs, but I really want to record my college years and remember them later in life. I will try. Later!