Sometimes I feel like a cigarette.
Blargh.

I’ve been at college for a while now. It’s pretty fun. I’ve become good friends with a lot of the kids in my dorm, but not many outside of that. And to quote Spraynard, the girls are nowhere to be found. They’re all hiding somewhere. But aside from that it’s a grand ol’ time here. I basically just finished my first paper and I got a 72 on my first test, but apparently the average was around a 68, though it’s still not getting curved. Andrew Jackson Jihad is tomorrow, and I’m so excited you don’t even know. I couldn’t concentrate at all during statics today because all I could think about was how awesome tomorrow night is gonna be. I hope I can sleep tonight. Probably not. 

Also, I’m pissed, because yesterday, the kids in my hall discovered we could bust out onto the fire escape and then onto the roof between the halls in our building, and it was the most fantastic spot to just chill, smoke, do homework, meet girls, etc. And seemingly, all the RA’s in our dorm were cool with it, our particular RA even came out and joined us for a bit. But later at the RA meeting someone told him that if they see us out there again we’re getting written up. So we lost our spot in less than about 8 hours of having it. I guess it’s back to the porch for us.

My phone charger should be here soon, but until then, this is my only attachment to the world outside of this campus. I miss that world dearly. 

In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.
Anne Frank
Chase joined Tumblr.

I decided to join the cultural phenomenon that is tumblr, basically all thanks to my friend Louisa, whose tumblr was so interesting I felt I had to keep up on it. It’s also thanks to “sadkeanu.tumblr.com” which my friend Kendall showed me earlier, that is apparently quite humorous. 

So anyway I’m sitting here listening to the Sorcerer’s Apprentice on vinyl as Louisa’s making toaster strudels in my kitchen and I’m wondering how any of this is happening while we’re both not stoned. Apparently sober life can be fun. 

Along with all that, I go to college in 16 days, and I’m so incredibly not prepared it’s not even funny. I’m starting to get anxious both in that I have none of the shit that I need and in that there’s so much I want to do around town and with my friends that I don’t think I’m going to have time for. It’s starting to depress me. Now I know what being old and approaching death is like, but on a much smaller scale. I also doubt that anyone is reading this, other than Louisa, but if you are, thank you for your time, and maybe I’ll see you around.

I just heard Louisa scream. I don’t think I want to see my kitchen after this.