Whew. College is here. I moved in, I found my room mate, I am waiting for an adventure. This is what I have been waiting for since sixth grade, and to be honest, I'm just getting started. Classes start soon, my books are on their way,  and I'm ending the day in my bed while new friends and familiar faces mingle laughter with music. Already the atmosphere is relaxed, and I couldn't ask for anything better.

The day started off interesting. I kept trying to pack my boxes, but I would find something I wanted to pack. In desperation, I would look for another box so I could bring everything. But then that box would look empty and I would search despairingly for more stuff to fill it, before finding too much to pack and needing yet another box. I was caught in a vicious cycle, and it showed no signs of stopping.

I managed to contain myself long enough to finally tape up what I had and load it in the car once my mom returned from being busy. The universe decided to converge everything important onto one day, so it was certainly....trying. In a very long, very uneventful drive up, we managed to get to the freshman registration without any incidence. After dodging every free offer and soul sucking survey purveyor, I managed to extricate myself long enough to actually move into my room.

Loft beds are probably the trickiest thing to make, ever. How do I monkey up to put the farthest corner on the mattress? But my mom and I managed the job, and then after a few pictures and an introduction to my awesome room mate (more on her later), then I was alone. I tidied up after myself, hung my clothes, unpacked my boxes, and waited.

Friends came by, and we wandered, and we parted ways, and different friends appeared. We scoured for food and found an amazing marketplace attendant. And then came the most awkward but fantastic, politically incorrect, card game I have ever come across: Cards Against Humanity. That devolved into a tea party with How to Train Your Dragon playing in the background. People came and left, and some people are probably going to turn into great friends.

But my room mate.She is definitely going to become a great friend. I think she must be a clone of me, but they accidentally poured a concentrated dose of awesome in her clone tank. We were both anxious before meeting, after talking over the internet. Neither of us had wanted a roommate, and we were concerned about the partying habits of the other. What we discovered was that we were both obsessed with schoolwork and grades, loved to play instruments, and enjoyed kicking back to the same video games. Did I mention she brought an Xbox and like 3 monitors? Yeah, this girl is one cool cat.

And now I am here, listening to people exchange the guitar and fill the room with small talk and music and just being all around awesome. My neighbors are courteous, funny, and gamers,my room mate is the coolest thing in this dorm, and I think I'm ready for my adventure now. Let the games begin.