Ha, I know, it's not a creative title, but whatever it could be worse.

My first week of college is over. Granted I love the fucking dorm life (trust me, I love having a room that I can completely destroy... and a room mate who doesn't care like I do), but it's the god damn fucking work. I guess it will be worth it at the end of four or five years because I'll have my degree and hopefully I'll go to medical school, but I'm still getting used to how much fucking homework I have. Here's a list:

~ Finish reading chapter one for Psychology
~ Finish reading a John Locke letter for Philosophy
~ Finish reading Lysistrata for Political Science
~ Start a draft for an autobiography due in English
~ Read up to page 35 in The Last Lecture for College 101 (it's a bullshit class, but it's a class nonetheless and I plan on passing it.

I do feel kind of stressed out. I mean, not too much, and plus I am still adjusting to life away from home. Unless I'm distracted from thinking about it, I miss my family, especially my cat. I called my mom today and she said that now he started crying because of the back of his legs hurt whenever he goes to sit down. I felt so bad, but there's nothing I can fucking do... I'm not home.

I'm going to post pictures of my dorm room on here when I finish with this journal entry so everyone can see just how much of... a pig pen it looks like lmao. A part of me wants to give it a cleaning and the other part of me just doesn't give a shit. Oh well, this is what I have to say:

WELCOME TO COLLEGE LIFE! YAY!