My laptop is dying. Why am I writing now? Well, freshman year is almost over. I don't know how that went by so quickly. Its crazy. Everyday used to be so exciting, and now its just everyday life, even though the same sorts of things happen. But I love it here. I love the people and all the places I can go. I hate the internet however. I mention that now because I'm pretty sure it just failed.
What a failure!!
I don't really have anything to write about, really. I mean, I'm sure I do, but its not like anything new has happened. Housing selection sucks, I have a job (I was dishes), I am rather busy (or at least I was, its dwindling down), and I hardly see all of my friends in one place. But that's okay, I see them.
My laptop is no longer dying because I plugged it in.
No, honestly, there's nothing to talk about. Why did I even start this?
