le sigh.
i'm having a small case of homesickness right now. don't know why. i had a pretty solitary weekend, i guess. well, i tried to be alone. don't know why, either. i love being social, but i guess i wanted to sit and study, think, and just breathe on my own because my roommate went home for the weekend so i had the room to myself.
instead, friday i hung with mayra and watched kill bill 2. i was in a great mood since i had a great productive week. got a job, did all my homework, blah blah blah. but she was having a horrible week, and she made sure i knew, so that kind of brought me down for the evening. she left and i slept.
saturday, i did laundry most of the day and sorta did..nothing. it was nice. then i went to go rent three movies: 13 going on 30, ned kelly, and the whole ten yards. i was gonna get started on 13 going on 30, but Elan had to remind me that UT was playing, so I watched the game. She helped me understand what the hell was going on. :) THEN Mayra, Mayra, and Theresa (yes, two Mayra's) called me to go with them to True Blue, a cool tattoo place here. I didn't want to get ready or even move for that matter, so I said no. Then as the game went on, and the laundry got less and less, I started to feel antsy. I realized I hadn't stayed home on a Saturday night since i was a junior in high school.
i think i even made a comment to kerry that went something like, "I'm scared." :-\ yeah, so at the end of the night, i ended up wishing i had went to 6th street with them, and i would've had a kick ass tattoo by now. they came over though, around 1am, and we went walking down the drag...for no appartent reason.
sunday, i woke up around 1pm, and watched my three movies one after the other. i loved them all. then i went to madam mam's with mayra and theresa (only one mayra...the other was at her dorm recovering from her neat tattoo), and i realized i fucking wanted a tattoo, and i wanted it now. so us three went to some place across the street called Diablo Rojo, and it was neat. But to make a long story short, I didn't get my tattoo tonight, :(. Perhaps tomorrow....defnitley by Friday. :-D
Anyway, I rushed back to my room around 8 b/c i hadn't done any reading or homework for this upcoming school week. and i'm a dumb ass. but i got it done.
for some reason i feel like crying. not out of homesickness, not out of lonliness, not even out of happiness. i just want to sit, be alone, and cry. or throw something. i just want to get rid of this fucking lump in my throat.