12 minutes.

So here I am at Hofstra and I am blogging.  Writing online makes me feel very open. I never thought of having a blog seriously, but I guess nows a good time to try it out since I have to anyways. It's pretty weird, knowing that everything I say will be out in the world for others to read.  I don't know how people will take it- it could be good or bad.  Not to mention that there are so many different people in the world.  I wonder how many people at Hofstra bog.  You never know what people are really thinking or saying or feeling.  You could walk by some random person who's all smiley and happy but in reality they could be stressing out about anything. I also love walking by people or seeing people with headphones on on the train and trying to pick what kind of music they're listening to. There's so much out there that no one knows about. It's impossible to know everything, and the thought of trying to is kind of intimidating. This is such an odd time, trying to meet all new people. My best friend is over 4 hours away in Delaware but somehow I still feel like I could call her up and we could go on a traditional Coldstone run.  It's weird that no one knows anything about me here, and I can literally reinvent myself however I want. I don't really know how I feel about that. Weird. I think that this year is going to be a lot of work. But you know what they say, you can only have three: sleeping, socializing, school. I wonder what three I'll end up with. I still don't feel like I'm in college yet. I think I could walk back down the halls at CB East and go right into Mr. Mosley's horrible room. I still can't believe I survived that class. Teachers seem so much more like real people than they did in high school. Thank God the food has improved too. I hope I don't get bored of it though... that would be awful. I still don't like this whole blogging thing so far, 12 minutes is a long time. But on the brightside, it's giving me a lot of time to listen to new music. There is no better feeling than when a favorite band comes out with a new record or you find a hidden demo.  I miss going to concerts. They're so freeing, it's hard to explain. When you're there you can just get lost in the music and nothing else matters. You forget what else is going on, no matter what it is.  It's the greatest feeling. I'm not sure what else to say. There's so many things going through my head right now, but I know that if I write them down I can't get them back. I feel like that goes with a lot of things. Once you say or write it or let it out of your head you it's real. For now, I think I'll keep these things to myself just a little bit longer.