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So today has been a little weird. Exam was OK this morning. I'm just hoping for a C or better so I don't have to retake it. After that I went to lunch with Chad and Susan. Thank God for those two. They always make me feel a little better. After that I sold some books back and spent some time alone with Susan curled up on a couch in the lounge. Then I played the women's basketball game. I'm almost 100% sure that if I travel, it will be with them. I enjoyed flying with them to Arizona back in March and they probably have the best shot at winning a national title. That would be awesome. They also seem to appreciate us a little more. After that, I finally got a little down time. Eventually Susan got back from her last final and I rode around with her and her mom for a little while. We were gonna get dinner, but the dining halls closed at 5 and we had other errands to do, so instead, they took me to the PR lot to get my car. They both rock. From there I had to say bye to Susan, which always sucks. I really hope we can work our schedules out so we can see each other over break. I get back to campus and get a chicken burrito from Cosmic. Those are always good. Then I book it down to the Dean Dome for the men's game against Santa Clara. I get to the intersection on south campus and realize I forgot my pullover. Charles Patton eventually gets it to me. He's my hero. The game was OK, like most of the other games we've had this season. Santa Clara plays some dirty ball. Looking back on the game, I would call them the Oakland Raiders of college basketball. Arden was nice enough to loan me 3 bucks for a frozen lemonade, so she rocks my face too. After the game, I head back and fall asleep on my futon for about 30 minutes, then proceed to play some GTA: San Andreas. The whole time I've been back in my room, nobody bothers to call me and let me know if there's anything going on tonight. There was nobody here because Matt, Brianna, and Gale were all at Patton's place. So I've been in a cynical mood all night, which has led to the away message, "good to see who my friends really are. going to bed alone after a night of solitude sucks ass." It's 2:20 AM and I'm trying to go to sleep, but it's not really working, especially since I've got nobody here to chill with. I know I just ended a sentence in a preposition, but I frankly don't care right now. I'm just gonna crawl in bed, wake up and play my gig tomorrow, and get the fuck out of here. As much as I love Chapel Hill, I really need to go home. That sounds so weird, but I think it's true.