I haven't written since June. Now I feel like shit for neglecting my blog. So much has happened that I don't think one post is enough. In that span of time, I've experienced the best summer of my life; full of friends, road trips, ridiculous debut practices, stupid injuries, unforgettable memories, and moments that could last me 10 fucking lifetimes. Now I'm at college. All on my own, sort of deal. Not really since I've got a few friends from home here with me at Boston University (GO TERRIERS!). It baffles me how it just feels like an extremely long summer camp away from home. The college experience hasn't hit me hard, and I've been here 3-4 weeks now. Too many things to say, but I will say that my being prone to injuries has not left me at all. If anything, it's escalated tenfold. I got burned at work and bruised my hip within 2 hours, both of which weren't my fault at all. Guy issues, interesting floor events, and being immersed in Boston culture. I've adapted so much better to cooler weather that I'm sure when I get home to good ol' sunny Southern California during the winter, all I'll need is a light sweater and jeans.
Since we're on the topic of home, the homesickness hasn't hit me extremely hard. It's way too strange that I didn't cry when I left home or when my parents left. There were no tears exchanged at all. I expected my mom to bawl like crazy, but that didn't happen, and for that, I'm so glad. I guess my roommate's mom cried enough for herself and my mom. I'm just really glad it's not a complete tragedy for my parents that I'm not around anymore. That was the whole point of summer, in some respects. Don't stay around the house all the time in order to make it easy for them. You know, ease them into life without me being a burden to them. Except that now I've become just a really huge financial burden. However, things will always seem to work out. Faith in Him always leads to greener pastures. Money isn't everything. It's just a burden that we deal with in life.
I've got this gnawing voice in the back of my mind telling me that I should go to church. I haven't gone once, but I did sign up for an Asian-American Christian Fellowship because they targeted me and a few of us. Why? Well, why else? Yeah. That's what I thought. Speaking of clubs, I'm in Quidditch club. Yeah, that's fucking right. Quidditch club. Which reminds me of Matriculation where one of the professors deemed us "the Harry Potter generation" and made fun of their outfits, which really did look like it was a scene from the Great Hall. Although, I'm quite bummed I wasn't able to bring my Harry Potter books here. But that would've been too much work anyway.
I've made quite a few friends. Not only from my floor, but I love going to other dorms to visit my friends from back home and becoming friends with people outside of my dorm. That's always fun because guess what that means! Yes, potential connections! And maybe potential relationships? Ah, don't worry. I hate thinking like that. It's just wrong to think about it this early in the game. And I'm not thinking that anymore. Yes, I said "anymore." I've had my share of guy issues in the few weeks I've been here. Which is exactly why I need to leave my dorm more frequently.
I have so much more to say, but all my thoughts escape me right now. This is really frustrating now. Ah, well I guess I'll leave it for another time.
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