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As for writing about something juicy, life is juicy. Completely. There's always some drama actually, I don't know how its come to this, but every night is another story. I'm confused over myself. I'm being changed. I realized this morning at 6AM when I couldn't sleep how much I am dependent on others here. Chelsea went home for the week, Jackie goes home almost every weekend, and I have the room to myself. Usually I'd sleep over somewhere else but last night I just wanted my own bed. Yesterday I slept from 5AM to 4:30PM so my sleeping patterns are all messed up. I woke up this morning and literally just didn't know what to do with myself. We are all so close here and we spend so much time together, that I'm not sure what to do without anyone. I'm feeding into other's personalities. These people are not really like me. It makes me realize how calm and relaxed I am, I never really truly understood what that meant before I got here. I often feel a little inadequate because everyones personalities are so strong. Nonetheless, Stony Brook has truly become home. Routines have set in. I feel comfortable, I feel like myself (besides the changes I stated earlier). I kept bouncing back and forth about how I feel about this weekend, (when I had the chance to go home) From being homesick, to some times never wanting to go back. We'll see as time goes on...