Meghan: college...

Who would want to read my blog?
That was my first thought when I was asked to write this thing. I mean, sure everyone loves to yack about themselves on a continual basis but it takes a rare individual to read the blather and choke out loving sympathy. If I vomit out my thoughts onto a piece of paper it ain’t going to be pretty, and I doubt that there will be old folk dabbing at their eyes and squeezing my hand. Yes, I know, I’m a bitter and crabby young thing; life just can’t be that full of gloom and glum. It’s full of butterflies and rainbows and happy frolicking children. However I’ve recently moved into a tiny concrete room and I’m not feeling all that charitable towards the world right now. That’s right, I’ve started college. A college that for some reason has an air conditioning fetish so I sit here wrapped like an angry turtle in three blankets with just my head and hands poking out. Laugh it up people. But you’ll find that I’m dangerous even in my snug state. I could throw a coffee mug at you, or just roll on top of you until you’re smothered. In fact that’s just how I plan to kill the hobos that will creep in if one of my suit-mates leaves the door open. Yes hobos, our RA warned us and we are prepared. Be afraid, be very afraid. However if you don’t attack me I will be more than happy to serve you tea and cookies.
-Meghan