The Day Before

*insert cheesy college quote*
*insert a supernatural gif if former not found*

Why am I writing a blog?  No clue. 
Why a blog of all things? Why not just a diary? I can vent my emotions and it'll still be private. No clue. Again.
Let me be clear I'm not writing it to give some sort of a message on how to survive college. This is certainly not a place to come to when you need help. But if you are starting college or will in a few years and are just as lost as I am and you stumble across this page by mistake (what else can it be really) I hope you can learn from my mistakes. Now I haven't actually started college (I will, tomorrow. *fingers crossed*) and I'm certainly not a clairvoyant but I can tell I'm about to make mistakes.

How much you ask, imaginary half of the conversation.

Hella.

So I thought I'd give my blog a cool chic name like Campus Diaries or some shit. But no, I have decided to be truthful. Thus, the name. 
Having watched a shit load of movies about colleges and the "next chapter" of life added with literally every adult telling you that "THIS IS SO IMPORTANT" it almost feels like my whole life has been leading up to this. But college being only a few hours away (8.5 to be exact) it doesn't seem much.

I'm taking a book with me in case its emergency and I'm on the verge of dying by boredom. First things first I'm a realist (I know you sang that) so I don't expect it to be a blast, filled with adventure (its an all girls college, whats the worse that can happen) and mystery

But I'm begging you, college, please don't make me take out my book.

Its late and I have to sleep before the only thing I can show off to my fellow classmates are my huge eye bags. So I will go now. (and spend the next half an hour imagining impossible scenes in my head)

To be honest, I'm a teensy bit terrified. Wish me luck.

xoxo