The First Few Weeks of College

The first fews weeks of college weren't AWFUL, persay. However, they were filled with alot of loneliness and a rather bleak "What now?" Menality. I grew up in a big family, and I have a twin sister named Mackenzie whom I loved very much. Most of them made the tript to Ole Miss with me, in a car packed full of all of my belongings and clothes. At first, I was rather excited. I finally got to escape the long dreary summer of working at Domino's Pizza. I mean, who WOULDN'T be happy? I'll write about Domino's later.
     
  Anyways, when first pulling onto campus, I realized I had no idea where anything was or what I was supposed to be doing. With some well placed luck, we pulled into the Guess dorm parking lot. The dorm itself is an L shape. I wandered inside first as my family unloaded the car and signed the key slip. My dad and I were the first to find my room. My rommate wasn't moving in for a few days, so I'd have the room all to myself. My family helped me unpack, my mom and twin sister decorated the room with blue, brown, and green butterflies, and I spread my nice new comforter atop my twin sized bed. There was alot of laughter that day.  My three year old niece trying hide in all of the hiding places around the room. She kept giggling and saying,"Come find me, Malmal!" I did. Then she would just laugh harder and try and find somewhere even more magical and secretive to hide. After we unpacked, half of my family left. My older sister Shelby cried hard onto my shoulder. I was the youngest and had never strived to be the most independent. Maybe, they were worried I wouldn't be able to take care of myself. I don't know. I knew I was going to miss them terribly. My dad left with them, but he has always been a man of fewer words than my mother. He and I, we just looked at each other. He smiled a sad smile, his little girl was all grown up. He held open his arms to me, and I stepped into them to recieve a last hug, his main way of conveying his emotion to me.


       I was left alone with my mom and my twin sister Mackenzie. Before now, we'd never been apart for more than a week. I was gripped harshly with nostalgia. I insisted they come with me to get my books from the bookstore. We struggled to find it, and got lost on the way back to the dorm. I was glad for all of our confusion. It gave me more time with them and delayed the inevitable. However, once we reached the dorm, it was time for goodbyes. I didn't know what to say. My sister was my best friend. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears when she hugged me. My mother held her composure, always the strong one. She gave me instructions, or..more like advice. All too soon, they climbed into the car in the parking lot and drove away.


       For a long time, I stood frozen in the same spot on that hot concrete. Shuddering and choking on my own tears. I was paralyzed with fear.  I mean, it had just occured to me I had no idea what I was doing, and now I was completely alone. The next few weeks passed rather slowly, with me spending most of my days alone in my room. I didn't even study! Classes went decently, I suppose. But I'd always been smart enough in high school to not need to overexert myself, I thought I would not have to here. To an extent I didn't.


          I didn't make friends really unil I started going to clubs. My ex boyfriend, Charlie, took me with him to the ninjutsu where I met a rather sadistic but happy sophomore who was our teacher. Before any of you people start judging, ninjutsu is a real martial art. It is based most upon using the strength of your enemy against them, as well as taking down your opponent with the least effort possible. I learned just the right places to snap bones and I sparred with other students as well as Sarah. I did not do as badly as I thought I would. Sparring just involves a mental state, a 'killer instinct' I have not yet quite managed to master. I got punched in the face, kicked in the ribs, thrown to the ground, and choked. As odd as it sounds, I LOVED it. It took a raw physical energy and let me finally release the pent up emotions I had been feeling since coming here. It was so damn frustrating! Sarah was accepting and so was everyone else.


           I made most of my friends by accident. I even met Cookie by accident. One day, about two after school started, I went into the Ole Miss bookstore for a frappucino. (YUUUuummmm...) While standing in line, I noticed a tall guy behind me with glasses and a decent amount of facial hair. We ended up talking and he introduced himself to me as Morgan. I told him my name, and we seemed to hit it off, having much of the same interests. He told me he'd been going to a club which met on wednesdays at 7 called the Ole Miss gamers society. (OMGA!) I was skeptical, and Morgan pointed out the OMGA president sitting at one of the tables in the bookstore cafe. (He's REALLY short.) The guy's name was Bob...just..Bob. I still don't  know his last name. Anyways, Morgan begged me to come, and I reluctantly agreed. In my eyes, I just saw a bunch of nerds sitting in a basement with a tv and a video game console, possible some board games thrown in. While, gamers DO play video games..they're are actually alot more wild than we think they are.
         I walked into the massive union lobby, unaware that certain things in my life were about to be put in motion. They would change who I was at the core of my being, and push me towards the future.

The First Time

                   This is my first time blogging...ever. I mean, I have to be curious about what possesses people to blog in the first place. Do you want to just display your innermost thoughts before a crowd of random readers? Its a rather weird hobby if you ask me. Anyways,  my boyfriend, Cookie, has mono. All of my friends suggested I find a hobby since I haven't seen him in almost two weeks. My choice? Blogging. I wasn't going to actually start a blog; I was just trying to find Cookie's so I could find a way to see him and amuse myself. NO, I am not obsessed...I just..care about him very very much. I'd never tell him how much actually. In my experience, most guys run if you haven't been dating enough to actually want someone SO MUCH. So, I couldn't find Cookie's blog, but I decided to start my own instead. I really should be doing my Chinese and Philosophy homework. TOO LAZY! Oh well...
            My name is Mallory, and I am a freshman in college. This is my second semester. I don't want to bore you with the details of my life, but I suppose that since you're reading my blog...why not? I have no idea what I really want to do with my life. Right now, I'm just an English major. I love to read, and I love to write. Though, I have a problem with actually FINISHING anything I write. I normally end up with a single scene which looks like it belongs in a movie in my head, and I write it down. Most of the time, the scenes are of lovers experiencing intense emotions such as anger and betrayal as well as extreme passion. Maybe I will post a few of them on here. Please note, my writing is not very good. 
               I am living in a dorm on the campus of Ole Miss. Yes, I know. Number 2 party school in the nation (right now). The campus is actually a lot more tame where I hang out at night. Just stay away from fraternity row if you do not want to party. I suppose my friends and I can be considered boring. But, we are a massive group always hanging ou in the student union.  We're gamers. Now, if you think we're still nerds, you would be right. However, even though we're gamers, we really know how to have fun. Things around us normally end up exploding or spilling, we're always laughing! Just imagine a group of twelve to twenty nerds all pushing every piece of furniture they can find into one corner of a huge room. Then comes the rickrolling, bad jokes, Yu Gi Oh, pizza, movies, just about anything you can imagine.
            In the student union where my group of friends and I hang out, there are many "Hall of Fame" pictures decorating the walls of prestigious alumni. I just catch myself wondering at how most of them are dead, yet instead of being remembered for anything they've actually done, we make fun of how they look. We can be incredibly shallow, but...its like opening your mom or dad's high school yearbook and finding all of the ridiculous styles they wore and how stupid we think it is now. I think that one day we may be up there. Maybe in 2070 when we are all dead and gone, the students with their hovercrafts and zPhones (iPhones will be obsolete in a couple of years I  am sure. They'll work their way down the alphabet. Trust me.) they'll laugh at the way WE look. What if people in the future dont have hair? They think bald is beautiful or something stupid like that? Then WE are the funny looking uglies. Then again, I am assuming we'll exist past December 21, 2012. (I am skeptical.)
           Anyways, this ends my very first blog. (YAY!) More will probably follow unless I forget my password for the twentieth time. I get so tired of filling out those silly password replacement forms that exist on all the websites I am a member of. I'm going to go eat the bland tasteless foods of the Johnson commons cafeteria. Wish me luck! :)