Watching other people.

Get what you want is one of the most frustrating, heartbreaking things in life.

Sometimes I expect.

Too much from people.

I should stop telling myself things that aren't true.

Just like high school.

Yesterday, I was up on the fifth floor of San Nicolas and I realized that nothing would ever change.

Who else would snap their heads up at the mention of boba tea, who else would leap to their feet and demand that we all make an expedition to the local boba shop, who else would play anime loudly in the lounge, and who else wouldn't mind?

I know that I came here to make new friends, but I'm happy to say that it's probably not going to happen. Matt, Shuo-Ping, and I all live in Santa Catalina, but we're hardly ever there. I'm starting to wish that I chose San Nicolas as my dorm hall, but I'm living with my decision because my roommate is nice and I don't want to go through the hassle of moving.

Besides, I like having a giant room to come back to. And having to share a shower with only four people (as opposed to twenty) is very, very much welcome.

Amidst the flurry.

I feel a solace that I haven't encountered for a long while.

College puts me at ease in a way that I can't explain, and I like it. I like the openness, the freeness, the carefree, happy-go-lucky, feeling that I get when I'm with my college friends. We've known each other for a week, a year, two days, three months. But somehow I feel like I've known them my whole life.

No other group of friends has ever been able to do that.

My first official night in UCSB.

Isla Vista.

That is all.

The UCSB way.

Spent the past two days with the UCSB kids in the Orange County area, and it's seriously made me more anxious to leave than ever.

Three down.

One to go.