The Return
I'm back in Statesboro and don't really know what to do with myself. I'm used to being so busy that I can't think straight and now all of a sudden I have the entire day to myself. Not that that's a bad thing - I have a very important book of the Harry Potter persuasion that I plan to spend all day reading. If anyone gives away anything about the aforementioned book, then I'm completely prepared to rip their eyes out Uma-Thurman-style and not feel guilty in the slightest.
My parents missed me more than I expected them to and are acting super-clingy. Forced conversations and that fake-happiness that people pretend to have when they want you to know how much they missed you have made the home front a little claustrophobic-feeling. Plus, I had finally gotten used to dorm life, finally gotten really close to a few people, and finally resigned myself to cafeteria food just in time to leave it all. But whatever. I'm home, doing some hardcore sleeping and reading. Give me a call and I might stop long enough to have a conversation.
My parents missed me more than I expected them to and are acting super-clingy. Forced conversations and that fake-happiness that people pretend to have when they want you to know how much they missed you have made the home front a little claustrophobic-feeling. Plus, I had finally gotten used to dorm life, finally gotten really close to a few people, and finally resigned myself to cafeteria food just in time to leave it all. But whatever. I'm home, doing some hardcore sleeping and reading. Give me a call and I might stop long enough to have a conversation.