The beginning.

"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending."
Maria Robinson

So here's to my beginning. I've never been much of a writer, but I want to start today and make a new ending for myself. I don't know what I will write about, or who will even read this, but if you are, congrats. I'm a fan.

I'm in college, so lets start there. College life. My college experience has probably been completely different from any other college student unless they attend any of the BYU's also. When I think of the "College experiene" I think of going out and getting trashed as much as my budget will allow. I think of staying out all night because my parents aren't around, therefore I can do as I please. I think of really hard tests and classes with professors that could care less if I come to class or if get an F. Thats what I think of. Want to know what I do?

I have a 12 o'clock curfew. I play waterpong. Drinking Dr. Pepper or Mountain Dew is "rebellious". I have a religion class on marriage. We start every class with a prayer. If classes aren't too large, we take attendance. We go on dates. We have dances. We're "Molly's" and "Peter's". Modest is always hottest. If you're wearing flip-flops and/or shorts you've either been working out or you're a visitor. Or perhaps a rebel.... sometimes we like to push the line. See how fine it is. Horkleys is the hot spot, and our Thirsty Thursdays are all about fountain drinks and getting them as cheap as possible. Almost every student is in a relationship, engaged, married or is dating like its hot. I think you get the picture.....We're not ordinary. Peculiar if you will. So why would my life be any different? The little things in life drive me crazy, but make me happy too.

I am proud to say I am of the few (sarcastic tone noted) engaged students here on campus. No. We don't have a date set. No I didn't buy my dress before I met my fiance. And no. I don't have my flashy ring. Its coming though, don't you worry. We'll just have to hassle my fiance into getting it. I am a little flustered that everyone would like to know the date. Lets just say... we're having... technical difficulties with the family parties involved. They want it... they don't.... they like it..... they don't.... Blah blah blah. Its not a fairytale. Don't get your hopes up ladies. Granted, I am 20 years old. Most ladies now-a-days aren't getting married till they've got old crusty ovaries. Eww. But Cast (The nickname my roommates gave my fiance due to his broken wrist) and I are workin' it out. The funny thing about Cast is, that he doesn't in fact have a cast anymore. He just has a funny little hand with no muscle and that is as soft as a babys butt. He won't appreciate that I said that. Ahhh oh well. I love him :)

Wellp, I must be off. Starting homework up again at 7:30 sounds good to me. Better hurry so I can party hard. I mean, by all means I've got till 12, and it is Thirsty Thursdayyyyyy!
Tah-tah.
-Air