Timberwolves in New Jersey.

I have been on a huge Taking Back Sunday kick though I've never used my iPod less. I'm actually socializing here, shockhorror. Kudos to everyone who said college was different than high school, because they were fucking right. Actual classes start Wednesday, so wish me luck. For the past week, I've been goofing off and making friends so it's like catching up on the goodness of summer that I didn't quite have. Everyone I've met has been super sweet for the most part.

Tons of cigarette smoke makes me dizzy.

And boys, boys, boys! There are actually boys here! I'm getting slightly intoxicated by it, really. My high school had 10 boys in the grade at most, and none of them are worth mentioning. But here? Oh, so different! There's this one boy down the hall from me and he's such a cutie. We're gonna be in two of the same classes, he likes zombie movies and comic books, and he's growing SIDEBURNS.

I'm already smitten, no lie.

And it really doesn't help that he runs around shirtless in the evening hours and this morning, while I was brushing my teeth, he came in wearing nothing but a towel. I'm not used to this at all; my head might just explode. And it was nice, fucking trust me on that shit.

I was talking to this other boy tonight. I think he's pretty fucking gay (because what straight boy asks you what your favorite Disney movie is and then says his is Cinderella?) but everyone thought he was really into me. Either way, I gave him my number. Why not? We can always chill and I'm planning on getting him to listen to something other than The Fiery Furnaces. I think he'd like Circa Survive.

In short, college is wonderful.
And Marty, shave your beard and give me my Curtis back.
-Cyanide