Ramblings of a Bored College Student

     I thought I had something to write, so I opened this up.  And now I realize I don't have anything to write.  At least, nothing you'd be interested in reading, anyway.  Not that there's anyone out there, but still.

     Remember back when I was a junior in high school?  When my blog was updated almost every single week at least once just because I had so much to say?  It's been two and a half years, and I've had so many experiences and have grown so much since then.  And now I have even less to say.

     Maybe it's because it was an assignment back then, so I knew I needed to write.  Or maybe I've just spilled out everything of interest onto these documents now, so everything left inside my head is fairly worthless in Blogville.

     Or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough.

     I could write about how different this semester has been for me.  It's been harder than I expected it to be--harder than I think even last semester was, and that was my very first time in college.

     I could write about how much I miss being in a Spanish class.  That's been on my mind lately, especially since I've had multiple dreams about my Spanish classes in high school.

     I could write about my awesome roommates, both previous and current.  They're all pretty dang cool, so it wouldn't be hard.

     I could write absolute nonsense.  I could totally make up a story and you'd have no reason to not believe that it was real.

     I could write about how lonely I feel.  I can assure you, that would not be a short post.

     But what do I do?  I write about what I could be writing about.  And if that doesn't sum me up, I don't know what does.

     And yet, somehow those few paragraphs were far more therapeutic than anything else I've written in a good long while.
     "So count your blessings every day.  It makes the monsters go away.  And everything will be okay.
     "You are not alone.  You are right at home.  Goodnight."