And So It Begins...

Ah, so here we are. I meant to start this blog and anonymously chronicle my life as I left for University and experienced new things. Only that didn't happen because of one factor I forgot to consider: I procrastinate everything. Not only that, but I am also extremely forgetful (as I am sure you all will come to discover). So, here I am, two weeks into the start of my Freshman Year, and just now starting this up. I guess I should get to posting and so I can catch y'all up on whats happened to me so far.



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