Number One

This is number one. I'm finally becoming a solid member of the real world. And by real world, I mean the online atmosphere of sexual predators and over priced shipping and handling. I'm completely okay with starting this blog. However, I might be slightly overdue. As a kid, I was never one to write to my dear diary or keep a log of my daily activities like all of my friends did. It never interested me. I figured what I was doing wasn't so important that it needed to be recorded. I really didn't have the time to list when and what I had done that day (I was too busy watching Full House and bopping along to the Spice Girls). The few times I did attempt to write in a diary turned out to be no more insightful than how in love I was with my new bell bottom jeans or how stegosauruses (stegosauri?) rule! But now that I've ripened into an eighteen year old, I feel my ideas might be a tad bit more captivating.

The most important event that has happened in my life is slowly coming to a close. In a little over a month, I will have completed my first year of college. From the middle of May to the end of August, I will be thrown back into my old life in suburban Mount Laurel, NJ. If I had to compare my time spent at home on various weekends since starting college to the time spent here at FDU, I would definitely have to say that I prefer my time at school. It's not that home life is bad but I am not the same Kim that I am when I'm at school. People at school like me cause I’m different and funny. People at home like me too, but I think it’s for different reasons. I think the people at home (excluding my family) like the Kim that they grew up with mostly out of obligation. A couple of my old friends understand me as the weird, quirky and witty girl that I have always been but was too shy to show that side and I am incredibly grateful for those friends. Hopefully I don’t retreat back to my introverted ways once I go back.

Things that Kim needs to work on:
1. Being bold enough to approach people without twist waving or turning into a bowl of giggly soup. It’s going to be too late and she is going to miss her opportunity at a fantastic time. Plus he likes me, too. Right?
2. Saving her money. (No more buying Milano cookies, Sandra)
3. Referring to herself in the third person. (Three times in this one entry)
4. Making decisions before a due date. I don’t want to talk about it.

I don’t really know if I’m going to keep up with this blog. I hope I can. And I hope there are more fun things to talk about in the future that don’t involve me doubting myself. Next blog entry: My attempts at capturing an alpaca.