Ode to Familiarity

I'm not lovin' it like McDonalds. I miss my friends like crazy and find it hard to relate to others. I know, I know, it's only been one day, but it feels and looks just like high school. The people are the same, I feel like there's 4 types of people out there and I can pinpoint any of those types from a distance. Girls: short shorts, long hair, sandals, american eagle top. Boys: long white socks, man-shorts, baseball cap, and ray bans. I guess I thought I could mask the identity of my college, I could put a ribbon on it and make it shine, walk through the doors and meet interesting people. People with good stories, kind faces, and not the dull expression of another day. I'm afraid of that expression, afraid when I see traces of it in the mirror, afraid that attending this community college for two years will compress it into my features. I miss my friends. I wish they'd make me laugh and feel comfortable in the back of the classroom. This awful bitchy girl sits in front of me and a stoner next to her. All the faces read the same today: gahh another year No one is capturing me. I guess that's the kind of girl I am, I need to be captured by people in order to chase away the stasis of "the everyday". A guy pushing "Chase" bank on students in the quad said that the good thing about Saddleback is that you're in and you're out without any need for social interaction. He actually said that,  that's when I wanted to run from him. I need the stimulation of a good conversation with familiar people, but it seems no one will want to get too familiar here. I have specific goals I must succeed, so I suppose I will marry my education for right now and wait until my  friends come home. Come home soon guys. <3