Big Man on Campus
So I'm all settled in to school. Dorm's not great, but I've heard about worse. My roommate is pretty cool. His name is Jamie. He's studying engineering. He's also got a kick-ass DVD collection and he likes hockey as much as I do. He's a New Yorker and he keeps telling me I can't be a real hockey fan if I haven't seen real ice (It's not any less real if it's man-made). I'm going to break out my rollerblades and school his ass.
I met the hottest girl. She works at the coffee house, so hopefully I'll get to see her more. She's kind of gothy-punk, but not in that pseudo 'I'm just trying to be cool' way. Not really my normal type but DAMN. She's got the coolest purple hair. And tattoos. Never thought I'd go for a girl with tattoos, but there's just something special about her. I don't have a chance with her.
My reoccurring dreams are continuing. They're getting even stranger. There is this guy in all of them. I wish I knew who he was. I wish I knew what he meant. I'm sure I've never met him before, but he's always there.
Other than that, nothing much is going on. Classes are going all right. But the dreams are starting to get on my nerves.
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