I leave for college in less than a week. Now, this thought has been passing through my head for quite a while, the time frame changes, but only now this moment has it born much weight. Terrifying.

I figure I’m taking the normal route, emotion-wise. Excitement, aprehension, a dash of xenophobia; normal stuff. I’m rather miffed about the prospects of my classmates. The impression I’m getting from many of them, via facebook, is that they’re there to party hardcor3. Now, I figure that many of them aren’t anything I’m imagining them as, but it’s still rather disheartening to see “LOLparty girlZ in KeArNy” plastered all over our class forum.

I’m also reading my freshman seminar book, Shampoo Planet by Douglas Coupland. I almost wrote Aaron Coupland, but realized that was wrong; he was all fanfares for common men. The book itself is a bit odd, and reminds me of Perks… one of my favorites. Many of my class seem to hate the book, based on the fact that it has, “no point.” I quoted a small passage to a friend and I didn’t really expect much from it, becuase it seemed like a pretty typical passage from a much larger work (eg. book) and wouldn’t bear much meaning. Her response was, “That’s really deep.”

I enjoy deep things. Things I can turn over in my head over and over and never really feel comfortable about in the end, but know that there is deep meaning within it. It made me really glad that one of my friends of now thought that too. I don’t really anticipate college being much different, friend demographic-wise; I think that I’ll end up with a small group of open minded relatively laid back peeps, which is lovely. I just hope it isn’t nearly as taxing starting all over.

Another point that brings both fear and hope. Starting over. Not completely, that’s called reincarnation, but at least a bit of that for now. One of my goals is try and live my ideals a bit more. It should be duely noted that I’m very firmly-infirmly set on my ideals. I just hope I can strike a balancee of what I think -to- who I am.

And yes, I’ve been listening to Keane.