If I haven't used it before, this post's title is "School Daze." But I think I've used that.

I'm back at college, somehow. A couple days off until classes start, but at least it's only four days (Saturday class, but oh well). Unpacking was easy, but I got kinda snappy at my parents right before they left, for some reason. I apologized later and things are better, but I still feel bad.

Room is okay. Won't be spending much time here, probably, so I can endure until London. Internet reception is lousy, though.

I just heard someone yell "Suit up!" outside my door. Yep, it's college all right. But this first day seems a bit better. I just got back from the annual luau. By this time of night one year ago, I was in bed already, but now... it helps that people I know are here and are talking to me this time, and that I already know some people here too. It was a good night, at least.

And of course, I saw a certain someone at the luau. I was hoping she wouldn't show up. I wasn't ready to see her yet, after last year making me so depressed, and her breaking up with that jerk, and me never knowing what to say past "hi" in any social interaction... she left when I wasn't looking, I think. I kept looking out for her so I could figure out where to not look, which sounds really stupid in retrospect. I just don't want to force anything, and while my self-worth has astronomically increased, my shyness in public is still the same. Still... I have something to build on from last year. I'm not the same person I was even just a few months ago. Now I have the hope and will to make things work out for me, for once. No more depressive fits, no more tears. No more, never again.

I've said GERONIMO! at the end of a few posts before, so instead, I leave you with two words that express my attitude toward the coming year:
Let's rock.