Life Goes On, It Gets So Heavy

In about thirty-eight hours, I shall be commencing my College Life, words which must begin with uppercase letters. They hold all the hopes and dreams for the next four years of a bespectacled, nerdy Chinese boy, sorely out of place in this world. It is very likely that said hopes and dreams will simply crash and burn. I'm not being pessimistic (I'm never pessimistic), I'm being realistic. Someone I love once told me that her dreams were to excel in her studies; I suppose I'll have to echo her here and more besides. I don't want to find anyone special. I don't want to make many friends. In my humble opinion, I have as many friends as I could possibly want and as many as I could possibly retain. I just want to get this over with.