Just started college this week. I was really excited bcause I know everybody meets everybody in college. Unfortunately, such is not the case for me....

I've got a great schedule. I only have classes on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, which means I have 4 day weekends, and that kicks ass. I get to take guitar for credit. I get to take drawing for credit.

Nonetheless, there is just nobody there. The few people my age there are boring and.. average. There's nobody interesting at all. It's like going to a shitty office job or something. I'm happy with my classes but there's nobody in them...

I've never been the social type. I'm really shy, and I don't like being around lots of people. But I went to college hoping to make some friends, meet some people. Luckily, the ony day a week I have my guitar class, I get to go to Burlington, which is like the NYC or Chicago of Vermont. It's so great there. My guitar class finishes at 9:00 though so by then all the sotres are closed and it's too late to go to a show or a club or something (not that I go to clubs anyway though).

It's at this point, when I've hit the ultimate peak of disappointment and hope loss, that loneliness truly hits me. I have no one here.

Lucky, I have a cool new room, and my new house is great. But like always, I'll have no social life. *le sigh*

I think I'm going to start a habit of coming up with on-the-spot poems for my journal entries....

I hit the bottom.
The end.
And hid myself inside of it.
The company of stone and olive.
Prosthetic barriers strangle growth.
Eyes percieve only grey.
That shimmering, brilliant...
Shade.
All souls lose opacity.
Not that they were ever visible.
For they were but a superficial organ.
Ready to be refreshed...
But never expecting it.