First Post.

I just needed somewhere to go where I could write down my thoughts semi-anonymously and still have them read without people actually caring about what's going on in my life.
A blog seems like the perfect place.

So I'm not going to do introductions. I hope you don't mind. I'll tell you that my favorite color is turquoise, I attend WSU, and I'm a Seahawks fan, but other than that, nothing.
You'll get to know me eventually.

So being at college, as a freshman, only knowing (maybe) five other people, it's a little overwhelming. I'm meeting new people every day. One of those people just so happened to be Kyle. I met him at band camp. He plays the tenor saxophone and is probably not the most attractive guy in the band, but I don't care. He's cute and seems to have a good sense of humor, plus he plays one of my favorite instruments, so he's alright by me.

I swear, I'm going crazy.
I know that this can't possibly be true, because what would he, a section leader senior, want with me, a lowly freshman who, you know, can't even find her way around campus without a map, but I keep feeling like he's looking at me. And I know, I know. I said it already, probably not happening. But I feel like it is, so I'm keeping this on here.

Anyway, the other day, as Amanda, also in his section, and I were walking home, barely past the gate of the practice field, he spoke to us.
"Hey, you guys want a ride?"

I looked at Amanda, and she looked at me. I said, "Do you really feel like walking with these heavy instruments?"

"God no."

"Sure, we'll take a ride!" I called back.

He told me that I'd have to hold my instrument, because there was just not enough room in the trunk, but I was okay with that. I'd rather hold it in a car than in my hand. I'm forming calluses on my formerly pillow-soft hands! I don't like it at all!

He spoke again, "Where do you guys live?"

Did my ears deceive me? Did he offer us a ride without knowing where we lived? Was he willing to go way out of the way to drive us home? And was it me that he was doing it for, or was it Amanda? Or was he just a genuinely nice guy?
I didn't particularly care at that point. I was in his car.

I spoke up. "We live in the North tower of Stephenson."

"Oh, that's perfect. She lives in Orton, and he lives in Waller." He said, gesturing to the other two passengers of the car.

"Awesome." I said.

And thus concludes the epic of Kyle's car. 'Twas rather epic, no?

Yeah, I know. I'm completely insane. But I would never have it any other way.