Day One.

2011.
Two thousand eleven.
Twenty eleven.
MMXI.

This year.

It's nearly March and I'm just now beginning to plan my goals for the year. I suppose that's typical for me. I've never been one for deadlines. In fact, I've been called a serial procrastinator. But this year, things are going to change. 
Actually, a lot of things are going to change, whether I want them to or not. I'm nearing the end of my senior year of high school and the great establishment of University looms over me, filling me with both excitement and dread. I'm very much ready to be done with all of the work I deal with in my classes now, but a huge part of me isn't ready to leave behind my classmates and all of the things I'm involved in.
I've been with the same kids in my classes since I was a freshman, and we've grown up together. We may not all be best friends, but the 24 of us have become a family. A dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless. Whether we admit it or not, we'd all help each other out if we really needed it.
Going off to college terrifies me. I'm not afraid of the intensity of the classes; I'm afraid of being alone. Even when I started going to my high school back in 2007, I was never truly alone. I transferred there with three of my friends, and I had a lot of acquaintances from my dance academy, so there were at least familiar faces in the halls. When I go off to college, none of my friends are going with me. There will be no familiar faces. This will certainly be a test of my people skills.

My goals for the year (so far):
- Read more books.
- Keep track of the books I read.
- Make new friends.
- Make a scrapbook.
- Post 100 videos on YouTube.
- Learn a seemingly useless but entertaining skill (boomerang, perhaps?)
- Write and produce a song.