Cement Girl

I'm not very good at having friend relationships. I think I have four friends. My roommates go off to hang out with people from home and other people from school, and I have no one else. I have to remedy this somehow or some way. Perhaps I am too picky about who I want to be my friend?

This weekend will make one whole year. One whole year and not a lot has changed. I did a few amazing things in this last year. I'm about something else that is really amazing, something I can hardly believe I'm doing. Mostly I'm still the same boring Meghan. I have a million different things I want to do with my life. Wonderful, marvelous things, but I lack a lot of motivation and and am entirely too pessimistic. What happens now? I can't wait around for what I really want, and in the mean time I'm stuck being my old boring self.

It's officially fall. At least in my mind it is. It rained and thundered today, after a really hot summer and a long hot absence of rain. Classes started today and I went to my only class on Mondays. I spent quite a bit of time in the library tonight, looking for books online, checking email, and harassing (not really) the librarian. I even sat down to read a magazine. It feels like fall when I go to the library on a dark night, spend lots of time looking for books, and then spend more time reading those darn periodicals.