I really think there is nothing better than a messy bun. So by tomorrow afternoon I will officially be a college girl, I am more sick to my stomach than excited. New opportunities, a fresh slate and never before seen people, this is something I shouldn’t be worrying myself over. But it is scary to think you are starting on a campus where no one knows your name, what makes you up, your nervous ticks or awkward habits. You will just look strange. I will just look strange. It’s almost dangerous in a way, I could change myself entirely and there wouldn’t be a soul within those rooms who would know any better. Or maybe this is just another shot at keeping myself and sticking to my roots. I don’t know how the first day will turn out, I only have one class that is an hour-ish long, and it’s math, so it should be a cinch. At least for tomorrow. My chest is in knots. So cheers to a new era in this slowly progressing life of mine. I’m hoping for the best.