all the nothingness

So living here is becoming increasingly difficult. School has started and I have ten hour days consisting of classes and work with little breaks. That isn't the hard part though.
I wake up every morning at six and am at school by 7:30, for the chilling, below zero, three quarter mile, up hill hike to campus from the student parking lot. Classes or work start at 8 and I don't really stop going until 6 each night. By the time I get home, all I want to do is eat my dinner, get my reading and homework done and get back in bed. But unfortunately the time I have at night hasn’t been getting completely filled and I finish my homework, I finish my reading and then there is the nothingness that seems to perpetually haunt me.
I knew it would be hard, moving to a town where I didn’t know anyone, but it’s so much harder than I thought it would be. I don’t even need someone to fill the silence, I just want someone to sit in it with me. It’s hard being so far away from everyone that knows me. And it’s just weird on campus, I feel eons older than the other students on campus. They walk around with their spandex pants tucked into their ug boots. They tuck their pants into their boots for fashion, I do it for practical reasons, and my boots are rubber bottomed, mens muck boots from target, even if I was trying I couldn’t make a fashion statement with them. The girls walk around with their thongs haning out and words splashed across the but of their pants. Today I saw a girl in furry stilletto boots (I live in the mountains, how very practical right?) with pajama pants with the word “delicious” written across her ass and as she bent over to get something out of her book bag her thong popped out and a piece of bedazzled jewelry reading “love” was attached to the top of her underwear. The kids on campus were born in the 90’s, which means they dress like it’s 1987. They couldn’t care less about anything of importance like the fact that we were just part of history, watching Obama be inaugurated. Sarcasm is a dead art form. All they want to do is get drunk, party and make asses out of themselves. How am I supposed to find commonalities? I’m just overwhelmed…there is so much empty time and so little to fill it with.