"At least it's not filled with cancer..."

The wise words of Elise...not in reference to this journal, but it sounded good.

So I've crossed over. Under peer pressure from assorted individuals and the fact that my time writing for La Salle's website is over, I'm leaving xanga and writing here instead. I figure I'll keep my other journal for those time-consuming quizes and survey results that come in handy when procrastinating. That said, expect nothing too profound or entertaining - just me rambling about my days. If that doesn't work for you...screw you (not really though - that's mean)

I absolutely can not believe freshman year is almost over. It's kind of hard to put into words how I feel right now about it. I feel like the year absolutely flew by, like everyone else. At the same time, though, it seems like I've been here forever. Not that I can't remember high school, but it's like that time in my life is so far removed - recall that it's only been a year. That's kind of frightening when you think about it - one year out and they're already "the good ol' days"? Life moves fast - thank you Ferris Bueller. This has been bothering me for awhile now. I turned 19 a month ago and do you know what stuck out to me? The songs that sang about 18 year olds would never be about me again (see Maroon 5 "She Will Be Loved" or Brand New "Soco Amaretto Lim") For some reason this always really upsets me..."Sixteen Candles" "Dancing Queen" ('young and sweet, only 17')...you don't ever get those back. Such a trivial thing to be bothered by, I know - but it's so final. And changing the words doesn't cut it - I tried. For now, all I can think of with 19 is Nelly "Ride Wit Me"...'she can be 18, 18 with an attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin' real rude'...yeah, that's attractive...

Such an uplifiting first post...hopefully Elise is still right.