Sunday

Sunday,
11:17
I stare at my wall , I stare at my screen, I stare into my self.
There is the sound of distant voices outside my dorm room window. Sometimes I feel like little Albert, instead of a fear of rabbits I fear socializing with the unknown.
I discovered that even though I am not the best in school I truly love learning and being there so that has to amount to something.
I'm insanely impressed at how much I don't miss my family it is a wonderful thing to be free of my social torture.
I drove in to Baltimore and said hey look at how beautiful the city is and then I rode the city bus and went look how scary it is.

The reason

I have decided to create this blog because I want to become a succesfull writer. However I have been placed in my colleges writing workshop because I am not quite there yet hopefully through the course of this blog I will obtain my goals. First of I titled the blog My proffesor went to Harvard Im fucked because it is a literal statement. My english teacher went to Harvard and now I have to turn papers into her so now the preshure is on.

Enough with the meet and greet here is a few things that are on my mind, if people wear shirts that say I love NY do they really love new york or are they just fucking with the city. I mean you cant be like hey you want to go get something to eat after wards, you have to love NY all night long passionetly with your brain juices. So I asked that girl who was wearing that shirt that previous statement and she kinda looked at me and said "What?" and I said never mind I like your shirt.
Then the NY shirt girl said that if you take E you exsperience Orgasims all the time. One time her mom pushed back her hair when she was on e and she had a massive orgasim so then I responded thats why I dont do drugs because I dont want to feel like Ive been jerked off by my mom that is why drugs are bad. Yeah it was a pretty awkward day but at the same time it was fairly decent.