Hm. Adjustment. What should I write about for that? Well, art imitates art imitates life. I have no idea what they means, but there needs to be some sort of profound statement in order to give this blog thing some sort of intellectual value. I have other intellectual statements floating around, as well; perhaps I will pepper them throughout my writing, like those little sprinkles they put on ice-cream, which I've never understood, because those little multicolored flecks taste like crap. However, my writing is as delicious as ice-cream, so I'm doing okay.

Wow, that was a really long introduction.

Anyways, adjustment. Well, it's certainly different. Sitting in a class as big as my entire High School is different. Sleeping in a bed I can hardly fit in is different. Living with a bunch of guys, ten of whom have to share two showers, two toilets, and no urinals is different.

A tangent: please, people in charge, get some urinals for the guys. We do not want to sit down every time. Peeing standing up is one of our greatest assets. Thank you.

It's all different. However, if I'm being completely honest, those aren't hard to deal with. Making and keeping friends is the tough part. In High School, I had two close friends, and maybe two or three more people I would spend time with on occasion, but they're all gone. I've met a few people here, sure, and my roommate is cool enough, but I don't have any real friends like those, per se. Despite my witty and ice-cream quality writing talent, I'm not outgoing, nor do I make friends easily. Is that something that will change? Will I meet some people with whom I can be close friends? I don't know.

For now, I can handle it. I have enough going on with classes and life that I can keep myself occupied. When that calms down, though, I don't know where I'll be. I'll just deal with it when it comes, I suppose. Time will move on, whether I want to it or not, and I'll figure it all out when I don't have any other choice.

Oh, and sorry that I didn't sprinkle any more profoundness, but you must remember: I don't care for sprinkles.