welcome back to the LO

the home of the ugg wearing:





cab driver: do you like UB?
me: it's alright.
cab driver: don't lie.
me: hah.

he also told me some amusing stories of his son and pot.

i got back to my room at 1am. my flight was cancelled twice and delayed at least three times. the weather in nyc is in the high 30s. in buffalo, it is currently 14 degrees with snow. today was the first day of class and i wore my nuk fam shirt because i wanted to feel close to home. all i can listen to is cool calm pete and intelekt and dirty digits. my history classes seem good so far. i'm exited. its always akward for me during the first day. i'm not sure who will be sitting next to me and who will being passing me the syllabus. trite and elementary school-ish, i know, but i've always been this way. anxiety has always been one of my closest companions. its a little intimidating when you are one of the few females there and even more so when youre the only minority. its almost impossible not to notice me. i went back to my room during my break to unpack my things and i ended up reorganizing all my drawers. this always happens. im always trying to fit myself correctly into a spot at this school, but my clothing and property seem to be the only tangible things i can shelve and put into their own place.

my first day back is always strange. my sense of orientation is a little off. i tend to forget things and it makes me almost dizzy sometimes. however, i hope to make this semester better than the last. with the inspiration of my friend erika, im going to try and be the awesome christina that iam - both personally and academically. i suppose last semester was the purging of the crap i really needed to let out. this time around i hope my system is rid of the puke and has been thoroughly sawdusted. previously ive always thought that buffalo just couldnt handle the awesome that is me, but, "its not our fault that we're awesome."

nahmean?