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23/09/2016 Dear diary, I do realize how stupid it is for me to write in a diary. I mean, no one does it anymore in this day and age. And now that I think of it, I was born in a world where social media and the Internet had already become mainstream. I don’t remember ever using an Ethernet cable. Wifi was something I had always take for granted. A time without wireless internet? I can’t believe it. But we’re getting off topic. The reason why I bought you from the university bookstore was because I needed a place where I could put pen to paper and write down my thoughts. I could use my laptop for that — hell most people would definitely use their laptops for something like this — but as fate would have it, my laptop is currently being repaired by a Genius at the Apple Store. So here I am sitting in front of a physical paper diary with a real pen in my hand (there’s even blank ink inside that pen). Man, my handwriting is horrible. It has been a while since I’ve actually held a real pen in my hands. Maybe I should practice my handwriting. It would be pretty embarrassing if a girl asked me to write something down for her and it turns out she can’t read my ugly handwriting. Hell, even I can barely read it. What did I write in the first paragraph again? Urgh, I can barely read it. Anyways. Moving on. I have this sudden urge to write down what had happened to me because some really kinky things happened to me today and I just have to record it before my memory fades. About a week ago, I left home for the first time to attend college. I was accepted into the prestigious Lust Relief University – or LRU. It was the university most of my peers were gunning for, and I was the only one to make it in. Luckily, I scored a single room in the dorms. I heard that it was almanbahis şikayet really difficult for anyone to get a single room in the dorms — let alone a freshman. I took that as an omen that my four years at LRU were gonna be great. You know that feeling of freedom? Or rather, that thrill when you get to experience freedom for the first time? When I stepped into my tiny dorm room and dropped off my luggage, a sense of excitement surged in my chest. I was free to do what I wanted, whenever I wanted and however I wanted to. Okay, writing all of this isn’t the reason why I bought you — after all, you weren’t cheap and I want to use this precious paper to write down what I actually wanted to record. Okay, so here goes. I dropped off my luggage and then I went to the common room — a place where there was a shared kitchen and some sofas for people to relax. There, I dove right into socializing with others. In high school I wasn’t much of a talker, so I was determined to be different in university. Actually, come to think of it, it might be because I wasn’t a very sociable person that I managed to get into such a prestigious university. How ironic. Once in the common room, I met several freshmen and exchange students. It was the exchange students who were the most interesting. There was this Japanese girl called Yoko. I wanted to get to know her better, but she seemed to be really into this other guy. When I tried to talk to her, she kept facing away from me and paying attention to this other guy. No sense in trying to join a fight that I can’t win, so I moved on. I watched Yoko and the other guy leave the common room — presumably to go back to his room — and I focused my attention on the other people who were still there. I became friends with almanbahis canlı casino a guy called Michael and his twin sister, Michelle. At first, I was really confused. They both had long blonde hair that reached down to their waists, and since they were twins, their faces really looked alike. I talked to them for a while, and clicked with both of them. But seriously, they looked so much alike that for the first few minutes, I couldn’t tell them apart. And really, the only way to tell them apart was that Michael’s shoulders were slightly more muscular and his voice was obviously that of a man. It was his sister, Michelle, that I liked the most. She had bright blue eyes and a slender waist. She had a high nose and her smile was sweet and bright. They do say that a girl looks prettiest when she is smiling, and at no time has it been more true than then. “Hey Louis, what do you study at LRU?” she asked me. “We are both planning to major in history and English,” Michael said. I told them that I wasn’t sure what I wanted to major in yet. Maybe go into engineering like my dad? Or become a high school teacher like my mom? I really wasn’t sure. “There’s still time to decide,” Michelle said. “Even though I say I want to major in English and history, I’m not sure if I will choose that in the end.” “Yeah, we’re just saying — maybe,” Michael shrugged. The three of us continued to talk and I noticed that Michelle’s gaze was intensely trained on me. Whenever I talked to her, her blue eyes met mine and it felt like she was staring right into my soul. Wow, that was almost intimidating. Maybe she has a thing for me? Would be kind of weird for us to go out together if I was friends with her twin brother too. I’m thinking too much. I shouldn’t get full almanbahis casino of myself. Maybe she just finds me interesting. “There is a welcome dance tomorrow night. All the freshmen are going to be there,” Michelle said when the topic of orientation tours inevitably came up. “We should all go!” “Sounds good,” I replied. We were all freshmen, so we had all the free time in the world. At this point, no one could say that they were too busy to go. Classes hadn’t started yet and there was nothing else to fill our schedules. It was freedom in the truest sense. —————- I spent the rest of the day exploring the campus with Michael and Michelle. We took a look at the university library and the sports facilities. Incidentally, there was a basketball game between Dorm C and Dorm A. We went to cheer for our dorm — even though none of us were completely sure which dorm we were living in. Later when I checked, I found that it was Dorm C. Afterwards, we went into the local town to buy everything that we needed but couldn’t carry with us from home. Towels, desk lamps and so on. I think we spent a few hours in the local IKEA, and when I looked around me, we weren’t the only college students there. Since it was September, all the freshmen were moving in. It felt as if students had taken over the local town. And as we browsed the store, I couldn’t help but notice that Michelle stuck awfully close to me. Wherever I went, she would always follow me and whenever I talked to her, I could feel that I had her undivided attention. I’ve never had a girl pay this much attention to me before — was this all real or was I imagining things? Michelle then suddenly mentioned that she forgot to bring bedsheets with her, so we went to the section in IKEA that had all the beds and stuff. Michael decided that he wanted to buy a desk lamp and he decided to go ahead — he would meet us later at the checkout point. I already had everything I wanted, so I had the choice of joining either one of them. I decided to join Michelle.
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