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I'm not kidding when I say night class is my least favorite thing. Ever. 6-915 is just cruel. No one should be in class at 915.
In other news, there is no other news.
Going home has two positives only.
1.) I see Ryan.
2.) I empty myself out and poop freely and it is majestic and the best, ever.
But that is about it. Because, see, during the course of a week...I have cyclic emotions. Sunday night, Monday and Tuesday I'm sadish and I miss Ryan the most. But then by Wednesday I'm back into the swing of things and happy again, because I really do have a lot of fun here, and I really do love the girls on the hall a lot. So when I leave on Friday, I'm almost sad that I am. Because it's just so different being home. And Friday and Saturday I'd rather be here than at home dealing with the shit I left behind. But by the time Sunday rolls around I get to used to seeing Ryan and having him there that it makes me sad to go back. It's a horrible cycle. It almost makes me not want to come home. And after mid semester break, we don't have anything planned and I don't know when the next time I'll be home is. And I sort of like that. Even though it stinks, because a lot of the girls on the hall live sort of close to the school, so almost all of us go home for at least a day. But I want to get to be here and have the opportunities.
Oh, well. All in good time.
Night classsssss.
In other news, there is no other news.
Going home has two positives only.
1.) I see Ryan.
2.) I empty myself out and poop freely and it is majestic and the best, ever.
But that is about it. Because, see, during the course of a week...I have cyclic emotions. Sunday night, Monday and Tuesday I'm sadish and I miss Ryan the most. But then by Wednesday I'm back into the swing of things and happy again, because I really do have a lot of fun here, and I really do love the girls on the hall a lot. So when I leave on Friday, I'm almost sad that I am. Because it's just so different being home. And Friday and Saturday I'd rather be here than at home dealing with the shit I left behind. But by the time Sunday rolls around I get to used to seeing Ryan and having him there that it makes me sad to go back. It's a horrible cycle. It almost makes me not want to come home. And after mid semester break, we don't have anything planned and I don't know when the next time I'll be home is. And I sort of like that. Even though it stinks, because a lot of the girls on the hall live sort of close to the school, so almost all of us go home for at least a day. But I want to get to be here and have the opportunities.
Oh, well. All in good time.
Night classsssss.