First thing's first, me. Alright, so my name is Lance McClain and I'm gonna be holding a stupid journal for my year of college. That way I can look back at all the amazing things my freshman self and buddies did and laugh. I'm two weeks shy of 20 from a small town in Florida up in New York for, well, college, I guess. Sure, it's been a few months since I've arrived, but I've barely found a thing to do that doesn't involve some sort of drinking. Xbox and Netflix all the way, but even those get boring. Sure, I could be studying, but that's what last minute cramming is for. So, as far as my major, well... I haven't exactly decided what that's gonna be. Right now it's in liberal arts, I guess you could say. So why go all the way to NYC when I could have done that somewhere closer to home? Well, we'll get to that in a minute. Actually, we'll get to that now.

My best friends. Yeah, that's why I'm here. So we can still be that annoyingly loyal trio. Let me break it down for you. Hunk is, like, my main man. He's been with me through thick and thicker. I've known the guy since I was seven, pretty much,, mostly as pen pals, but still. He's helped me out through every crisis I've ever had and I couldn't be more grateful the guy hasn't dropped me like a bad habit. And, yes, I did say "trio" which leads me to my other friend, Pidge. Hunk introduced them to me in a call once (couldn't tell if they were a guy or a chick at the time and I've never asked, but everyone else uses they with them, so I guess it's cool.) Pidge is the epitome of a gremlin turned demonic. Like, almost 78% of the time, they're in a bad mood. It doesn't matter what happened, they're in a bad mood. By bad, it could mean really bad, mischievous, whatever. Anything that spells disaster for someone else, it's a bad mood. Then the internet advances came along and we were able to video chat, which was pretty amazing. So, yeah, they're more awesome because they know me. I mean, could you imagine what their lives would be if I was never given Hunk as a school penpal?

The classes suck. They're just like high school, but... Schoolier? Like, you wouldn't think that'd be possible, but it's the weirdest thing. Right now I'm only taking about four classes, which weirdly enough, counts as a full time student. I think they count the hours racked up or something. I hadn't really gotten that. I'll get into detail about those later, but the one class... Oh my god, does it have one of the most stuck up, obnoxious assholes in the face of the universe in it. He seriously looks like an extra from a Michael Jackson music video. I'm not even kidding. Who the hell even tries to pull of a crop jacket anymore? Sure, retro is completely in still-it won't ever go out- but he's a little too 80's to even be retro. He's still wearing a mullet for fuck sake's. Like, honest to quiznak, business in the front, party in the back mullet. Who the hell does that? I mean, sure the guy has some nice eyes, but seriously. His obvious lack of fashion is almost criminal. Thankfully I haven't actually had to talk to Mullet Jackson, (I may be a little too proud of that nickname.) which is probably a good thing. Guy looks like he'd snap two seconds into a decent conversation. He's literally scowling all the freaking time. Like, seriously, what is so bad that he has no happy switch?

Speaking of happy switch, I'm gonna go out for the night. I hear this one place has fizz shakes (which is basically a vanilla milkshake or a float with flavored soda added.), and I'm down for that. Later!