Memoirs of Aaron Hale
Mar 6, 2013 21:26:21 GMT -5
Post by Aaron Hale on Mar 6, 2013 21:26:21 GMT -5
While attending this new school, I thought it would be nice to keep a little record of my misadventures here. Sure Brandon seemed pretty jealous of me being able to come to a school with co-ed dorms, he was most likely looking forward to the potential...well i'm not getting into that. My twins antics aside, its time I gave this new copy of Microsoft word a test drive, since I had downloaded it but not even so much as touched it since then. I'm probably rambling but its not like anyone is reading this lame journal, unless someone decides to hack my computer and do so. Hackers aren't really cool though and most here don't really seem like the type to know how to break through the encryption I have on here....unless they have some sort of technopathy.
Without further potential monologue, I can get to whatever it is I was writing in the first place.
Its been a good week since I last saw my mom, though she still calls me daily as if expecting me to get myself killed. Sure my mouth has gotten me in trouble on occasions but that would just seem like overkill; dad even gave me my own debit card. As long as I used it responsibly, but I was responsible. If he read this, I’m sure he would be laughing himself to tears.
So far very few people have actually spoken to me but I don't really pay that much mind, guess I can blame my own inability to socialize for that. Even though I’m considered a social butterfly, not really sure that term could apply to me at the moment. Making friends is usually easier than this, but I guess i'll get the hang of this place eventually; everyone seems nice enough from what I can glean. Its not the same though, makes a person miss home almost, but the school has a damn good library. That has to count for something right?
Without further potential monologue, I can get to whatever it is I was writing in the first place.
Its been a good week since I last saw my mom, though she still calls me daily as if expecting me to get myself killed. Sure my mouth has gotten me in trouble on occasions but that would just seem like overkill; dad even gave me my own debit card. As long as I used it responsibly, but I was responsible. If he read this, I’m sure he would be laughing himself to tears.
So far very few people have actually spoken to me but I don't really pay that much mind, guess I can blame my own inability to socialize for that. Even though I’m considered a social butterfly, not really sure that term could apply to me at the moment. Making friends is usually easier than this, but I guess i'll get the hang of this place eventually; everyone seems nice enough from what I can glean. Its not the same though, makes a person miss home almost, but the school has a damn good library. That has to count for something right?
