we still got the taste dancing on our tongues.

First order of business: yes, I'm back. I've decided to use Salinger At Rest for my fashion and other random ramblings that are too mundane to go in here. And I don't even know what my Livejournal is for; I suppose for those times I need to rant about personal issues or obsess over G-Dragon (who is surprisingly being mentioned here and there for the #musicmonday trending topic...legit!) But I missed writing here, my high school past wishing for bigger and better things while I slaved away studying for APs or trying to go on Facebook while my mom thinks I'm writing my essay. I figure that now I'm finally here, the supposed good life, I might as well update everyone on how it's really turning out.

Well, the way I'm approaching schoolwork is pretty similar. Procrastinating till the very end, studying till the wee hours of night, and definitely getting distracted by my computer's beckoning call. But as every cheesy college experience goes, the several weeks I've been here I have met amazing people (namely, floormates-the dorms are just amazing for that) and I'm so excited to join magazines and other clubs. Of course, college isn't a perfect mecca where you show up and you automatically have a built in core group of friends that you'll love for the rest of your life. The classes aren't just the right dose of challenging, and the freshman 15? It does exist (though maybe not 15 pounds, I'm fucking gaining).

The first couple of days are a flurry of awkwardness, too many introductions and forgetting everyone's name within half a minute. There are ice cream socials and random meet-ups where you ask the typical what's your name/major/dorm questions. And those hot guys in your lecture? If they even do exist, there's no fucking way you'll get to talk to them unless they happen to be in your discussion section-and even then, good luck. College isn't perfect, which the 11th grader me should've known. But that same 16-year-old girl should know that college is pretty damn close to it.

There's freedom (too much of it, at times). No one's going to yell at you to do your homework, and no one's going to tell you to be back from the party by 1. You can stay up all night, eat cup noodles every fucking meal, and never be sober. But more than all that freedom, what I'm more grateful for is the maturity that instantly comes with college. Those instincts when you know that you shouldn't go out because you have a lot of reading to do. When you know not to start drama with a floormate only a few days into the year (or hook up with them, either). When you know to stock up on quarters because shit, laundry is expensive.

I feel another post coming later this week (but I don't know what about). The point was, life is pretty damn fabulous. And I'm hoping it gets even better.