I love college?

Well Mr. Asher Roth, thus far -you are FULL OF SHIT! Not that I ever liked that song anyway but, I had to admit, listening to it on a mix my sister gave me as I drove into the city on move-in day was a bit...cliche yet exciting.

However-now I'm over it. I want to do well, graduate, and get my ass to NYC. My aunt started me a fund, so far there's...$50, $30 of which I put in myself. I don't care, it can't come soon enough. I've already been faced with "Let's go to a Frat party!" The Greek-life isn't my style and, though I appreciate my fair amount of booze now and then, I'm just not in the mood. I was also faced with the "Do you even want to be friends with us anymore?" Um no, not if you're going to pull this high school bullshit on me 4 days in.

SO-I spend my days wandering, getting lost on purpose so I can find my way back and get to know this side of the city better. I've wandered into a wine shop as well as a tattoo parlor that has $20 Tuesdays. I'm all over that...possibly this Tuesday.

I don't think I'm ever going to be that party girl or even a typical college student. I don't like the whole keg/makeout/hook-up party. I'd rather go to a magazine launch party (which I've been invited to) or go karaoke for hours. Am I lame? Probably.

I love college.