Being home is bittersweet
I like coming home because it is familiar and relaxing and the food is always fantastic. I like knowing that I dont have to get back to school anytime soon.. you know the feeling. But for some odd reason, my mom loves to attack me at random when I am home for no good reason!! I am on the phone with the boy at a store and I get an exasperated OH GOD from her for who knows why!! I call her out on it and she gets pissed then acts like nothing happened ten minutes later. wtf. who needs to come home to that. And they are pushing me to work for the 10 days I am here, but they really dont get that I dont feel like it.. I worked 2 jobs this semester and I am a bit burnt out. Not to mention that I am only in Destin for a few days and then Ryan is coming and we are headed down to delray. So gah. Then my mom asks me if I am on drugs because I am sleeping all day. No mother, it is called I am relaxing after a hard semester and I have like 5 friends here so I go out to the bars at night to hang with them, which means I get home late and sleep later!! DER! Ok enough of this post. It is making me cranky. 6 more days