#39: Low Bass Thuds

Saturday 16 February


So it’s 1:30am.

I’m definitely turning into a morning person; I can’t handle these late night anymore. My newest dormie has turned his music off after seeing me wander towards my room, and taking into account how much he has looked after me tonight, I can see a healthy relationship in the future. Brenton is a diamond in the rough I think. He’s a DJ, decked out in the most geometrically patterned metro gear available on the market, but he’s also from Hay. I dare you to come up with a better paradox than that. However, regardless of his history, he seems like a really nice guy, staying at home with me on my first night back, introducing me to some of the people he stayed with last year over a game of Wii golf.

Living on campus I believe will be a step in the right direction for me. Existing away from my selective high school upbringing and plunging into true adolescent reality is going to be a journey. I’ve already learnt that profanity cannot be used enough. Drinking never becomes tired. And no one is a virgin.

This time next year I’m sure I will fit the mould.

But do I want to?



Lovemeg