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Hmm, where to start. Still loving it here. I have my first midterm next thursday. I'm not sure how classes are going. They are so easy to skip, but I seem to be doing fine. I am all caught up, and I was even a little ahead the other day. Its like constant work though, which I am not used to since I don't even remember the last time I did real work in high school. Last night I went to Webster Hall in the city, got back at 5:30 AM and slept through my alarm clock and recitation. I am extremely disapointed in myself. I met up with Philip, Matt, Sarah, and Magz after I turned in my homework and just felt so content sitting on the Staller steps in the sun. I could have stayed there for hours. Then I realize I had just skipped my class and probably shouldn't be too happy or proud, but it was just amazing vibes. I'm in love with it all. And thankfully I learned senior year, how to just relax and take life as it comes. Though, I think I need to start setting my priorities higher then having fun.
I was going to go home this weekend but decided not to because I am tired of traveling every weekend, and need rest and to stay on top of my homework. Also that money comes out of my pocket. I do feel like I need to be home though. I had such a nightmare the other night, reflecting the distance between me and the ones I love, and how I wish I were there to take care of everyone.
Thinking of coming home though, at points seems somewhat horrible. I love getting away from complete 'messes.' And people who just can't get their shit together...But worry about and miss my family.
Sometimes I wish I chose some place like California, or New Mexico or something so I wouldn't have to feel that chill that comes with the east coasts season change. I have an issue with nostalgia, I'm working on erasing it.
For now I am going back to bed for a nap. I'm still in love with sleep.
I was going to go home this weekend but decided not to because I am tired of traveling every weekend, and need rest and to stay on top of my homework. Also that money comes out of my pocket. I do feel like I need to be home though. I had such a nightmare the other night, reflecting the distance between me and the ones I love, and how I wish I were there to take care of everyone.
Thinking of coming home though, at points seems somewhat horrible. I love getting away from complete 'messes.' And people who just can't get their shit together...But worry about and miss my family.
Sometimes I wish I chose some place like California, or New Mexico or something so I wouldn't have to feel that chill that comes with the east coasts season change. I have an issue with nostalgia, I'm working on erasing it.
For now I am going back to bed for a nap. I'm still in love with sleep.