Trapped Procrastinator's College

I live in the moment.

The last moment.

I am a procrastinator.

College isn't made for procrastinators, but I well imagine it breeds more of them, and nurtures more of them than highschool ever could. Highschool didn't give you random breaks during the day, or online homework that could be done at 1am. After all, we don't have to get up at 6:30 anymore.

Something happened when I got here. In escaping from a place where I felt trapped, I let something out that had been fighting to burst out for what I imagine was several years. I have met more wonderful people in the past few weeks (that I would never have gotten the chance to meet otherwise) than in the entirety of my other 18 years of existance. I know have friends from Maine, Texas, Philly, New York, and Tennesee. I also found some people who, although lived near me, I simply never saw there.

So then, who changed?

My BEING changed. I feel as though I'm on a vacation when I'm here, despite classes.

I never imagined I'd get the chance to GO to Japanese, let alone say I didn't want to go.

(It took me a while to find this blog again, and I'm still having a hard time finding the addresses of everyone else's. Am I just an idiot or something?)