I'm home
Well I'm home, and I'm sure you can guess how happy I am about that. I couldn't even say goodbye very well to anyone because I was still so plastered when I left. Then the six hour drive turned into a 7 and a half hour drive when it took an hour to get one mile on I-81. I finally got here and had the pleasure of carrying all my shit yet again. I have bruises on my arms from all the stuff I have carried the past week. Then I proceeded to do my standard get home from college routine, watch everything store on Tivo and then cry for about an hour (damn you reruns of Ed, you do it to me every time). I wish I was kidding about the last part, but no, that's what happens every time I come home. I'm really getting tired of it. At least this time I have something to be sad about, usually I don't even know why I am crying.
What the hell, I might as well give in. *Tear*
What the hell, I might as well give in. *Tear*