Ghostories: Journal [Been ON HOLD]

Entry #1

The first entry in a journal is always difficult. Or is that just my problem.

I find it the most difficult thing there is. In the world. Besides a whole boatload of other crap that is just not worth speaking to at this moment.

Since I've already done the odd introduction, I guess I'll get down to business. The reason why I'm writing in this journal.

(Well, it was more of a thing that Dad decided on. He bought me this little blue notebook, the color of the sea, with sea stars and sea otters dancing across the covers. And told me to use it.)

So, here I am. At my shiny new desk, in my cozy new dorm room. I already took plenty of pictures and also posed for plenty of pictures already, so I am picture tired. I don't like pictures that much. Not a fan.

I am the proud resident of Room 324, third floor, left hallway, along with my new friend, my dear roommate, Melissa. (She prefers Mel.) Mel is a local, like me, but we went to completely different high schools in completely different areas, so we have so much to share. It's funny how people who have never met before, become best buddies over the fact that they live in the same room. The same place. It's a wonderful experience.

Move-in Day was yesterday, and after all the dust had settled, the bonding time began. And it was instant. We connected like a switch and chatted up a storm (not literally, but still). After that, with one foot out of the hallway, we ran into our new neighbors, Sarah and Cecilia. And the friend numbers grew. (There's so much to write and there's just too much of it.) -flips table-

I kind of wish this sort of peaceful, fun time will last more than just a weekend. Classes begin tomorrow and I'm dreading the math class. Terribly dreading it. Dad had me apply with a Biology major but I am terrible in the sciences. I wish I could just be an English major and call it a day. But Dad said that it doesn't work that way in the world of jobs and the whole wide universe full of people with, I don't know, brains made of concrete? Pretty much.

Oh, Mel's calling me to come help her with organizing something with the RA. (Oh, our RA is so chill. She is amazing. Her name is Miyuki and she's an Art student. Her room is beautiful!)

Signing off,

Naomi