Ive been home since… Sunday. And I leave tomorrow morning. FUCK. That was absolutely not enough time.

Sunday: I didn't get in until… 3pm? It was supposed to be 1am Saturday but then the airline fucked up and I was stuck in goddamn Syracuse overnight. Bright side, roomed with a pretty lady. Not as bright, nothing happened. Anyway, Sunday was mostly just tired from flying.

Monday: I slept until 11pm and then went and had lunch at ye olde high school. It was cool seeing everyone, but most of my really good friends left, and I think the school will be gone in the next 5 years (or less). Teachers quitting, students leaving… yeesh. Rest of the day was getting back together with my drums. And watching movies with my parents.

Tuesday: slept more. Got a haircut. Mostly chilled at home.

Wednesday: "You're back!" party with friends, incl. my fellow graduate (who was also back!). Twister. Movies. Cuddling with ex??? I am still so not over her, fuck damn.

Thursday (today): Thanksgiving with parents, fellow graduate and his family. About as fun as I could imagine Thanksgiving, I guess. Now tired.

Tomorrow I fucking fly back already. FACDJDOWHEK

JAJAUSO

GAH

I love college. Don't get me wrong. But two things:

1. I CAN'T STAND FLYING (which is a ridiculous sentence). I just get so tired, and there's so much socialing with airline people and TSA and all the strangers. Ugh.

2. God I'm gonna miss everyone. The best friend, the ex, the parents, my goddamn barber. Leaving again is going to be so painful

I don't know what to do, guys. Maybe I'll get back and it'll just be ok. Although I also have a 10 page paper due Monday that I haven't started-- too busy loving being home.

I kinda wanna cry.

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(jleopold maturity my ass [weak smile])