Nearly the half-way through college, end of the year, beginning of real life

You know when there's people you can't talked to in like a mutha millennium and you're like "where the hell do we start?"...typically with the stuff that's most recent and then you gradually work your way into the past until the point of your LAAAST meeting with them. So I suppose that's also how we're gonna start, old friend (of no one who reads).

So I've started college, "cooooooooool! ain't that like where everyone gets drunk and laid?"
Not everyone...but its not false either. A lot of people do.

"It's normal for college boys and girls to get all hormonal and want to touch each all the times."
...so they say. yeah, you go to parties, you dance, you hook up you have fun and you move on with life. Making out, hugging, cuddling, hand holding are all considered normal things and indications of maybe is going out.

For someone like me, who had this HUGE personal bubble space and issues with touching people or even being remotely intimate with them in any way sends my "freak-the-fuck-out" meter straight through the ceiling. I figured I'd just not date, focus on making friends and being my ideal image of a cool and emotional guarded woman.

a ha...ha think again.

I happened to enroll in most love-friendly college of all of Redlands (perhaps almost all of California or the god damned world for that matters). Love-friendly doesn't even do it justice; it's a lot more like "LOVE! LOVE EVERYONE! LOVE WITH INTENSITY!" and where does that happen to be? the Johnston College of Integrative studies. Infamous naked fire pit dance ceremonies, leather-and-lace (also referred to as the S&M) party, Lust-yourself dance party, spontaneous make out sessions, orgy showers, cuddle puddles, games of dirty Jenga, and an entire holiday event called Kissmas dedicated to a night of making out with everyone present at the celebration. My constant exposure to such as above wore down my fear of these things to practically a nub, especially if its occurring as often as weekly or more.

I don't think its a bad thing, in fact I love this place more than anything. I just feel very...changed by it all. So now I can just go out and touch people right? ahahhaha. lame joke.

Me at leather&lace. I was chillin' on the couch and someone decided to catch me in what looked kinda like a pose. *shrug* eheh


us at fire pit, no one got naked that night, we all left early because we had HW to do. that's actually somewhat unusual for Johnston.

Other things? I got a hair cut, got sick twice this semester, it's finals week, it's almost Christmas break, Doris has a potential boyfriend candidate (ahu!hu!hu!hu!hu!) what a weird laugh, started accumulating a collection of drawings of tattooed and partially naked people, and not much other interesting things.

yes, finals week. You will eat cups and cups and cups of ramen and just place them on top of each other as you immediate jump back to that god-damned essay you were working on.

oh lookie, my drawing of a naked girl. I got very positive responses from my male audience, they like her very much. lolz...



Also I recently feel like I've started talking like a daft street punk. I'm afraid I'll soon sound like an incoherent mumbling crackhead. Not that I wasn't already sorta cracked out to begin with.

And finally, proof that my dad is a baller