This Saltwater Room

My friends are amazing.

That up there, that's Adam. I met him in Michigan. He's my boyfriend's best friend. And, honestly, I want him to be my best friend too, because he's very amazing.

My friend Jackie makes movies too. She made one for me once, and I was a little mind-blown. The abilty to transform feeling to image is beautiful to me.

My friend Dean takes photos when he can, and writes music like it's as natural as breathing to him. He just gets music, with all its emotion and depth and meaning.

I guess what I'm skittering around here is that, dammit, other kids my age make things. Do things with their lives and still make time for college and work and all that.

And here I am, a college student, with barely the time to finish my work and sleep. No photos, no movies, no music. Nothing. I hate it.

Hi there, dear.

Let me start this by saying that I'm not a fan of blogging. Too often it becomes an ego stroke, because the internet is srs bsns. But I'm willing to give it a try, as I'm the victim of a horrible fear: that I will not be remembered.

I'm a quiet person. I keep my thoughts to myself unless asked. And I'm often not asked.

It's time for that to stop. If there's one thing my first semester of college has taught me, it's that everyone's got a story to tell, and if you don't hear someone's story besides your own, you won't grow at all, but remain stagnant and all the same.

So, here I am. And here's my story.

(Doesn't this sound like an ego stroke?)