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I love being home. aka sleeping in really late, and hanging out really late. except tonight our cool plans got disrupted, and somehow ended with a crazy discussion about relationships. which has managed to leave me unsettled and really really confused. I think there are some things at this point in life that don't need to be analyzed so deeply, and thinking about it freaks me out. I'm probably not making much sense now. Basically my conclusions are, being home and relativly carefree is awesome, while taking everything so seriously is unnecessary.