My last night in Honors House.....

I've lived in the same apartment for two years. Something I never thought I would do in college, but I have. I guess the thought of leaving my apartment and all of it's memories scares me a little. It tends to make me reflect on the past two years and all of the times, good and bad, that I've had in Apt. 330.

I remember moving to Indy. I was terrified. I spent the entire drive curled up in the front seat of my car with my head on my mom's lap crying. I didn't know how I was going to do it. 3 hours from everything I loved and in a city on top of it all. Living with a stranger that I had spoken to once on the phone for 48 minutes.

I got here. I met Kimmer. My parents and I moved my stuff up to J-205 and then they left. I started unpacking and fell asleep in my new room. I went out with Kimmer's family for dinner and the two of us cried together for hours that night. Went with CW and DF to get a case of beer at a ghetto liquor store and then watched porn and played cards. That last sentence really sums up my freshman year.

And everything worked out okay. Kims and I were the perfect roomates. It's going to be hard to back to living with someone after a year alone. But it'll work out, I hope.

*If me today walked up to me 2003, 2003 would be scared shitless.*

I see me freshman year as an out of control alcoholic that loved to party, in essence a typical college student. Dear Lord, did I have fun. I always thought that I would be the goodie-goodie that I was in High School. I was wrong. And I cleaned it up last year. I think I at least have control over myself now. At least, I'd like to think I do.

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I'm about ready to kill AT. He jinxed me. That's all I can say, but he jinxed me. I was really on a 6 year plan. He's going to hurt the next time I see him. BLS will probably want him untouched though. He's such a punk.....