How It Goes

Gawd, my friends are freaking awesome.

So, I haven't posted anything here in a while. Ever since I got back to school the crazy meter on life has been going up. Like, the first two weeks of school was rush for Greeks, and I have another crazy studio professor, and I have a job, and I just re-joined a student org. for my major that I've really wanted to be a part of all year; and on top of that, all of these things have their own meetings, My god, I must be a masochist. And like, today, today just kind of sucks. I've been sick for about four days now and it's kind of escalating today. Plus, I didn't get to bed until about 4:00 AM (I worked until 2:00, otherwise I would have been to bed sooner), and then I had an interview for my application to return as an RA next year at 9:00 AM!!!! I am not a morning person. Like, in any way, shape or form, so that was awfully rough. Reading this, I realize that this might all be coming off as really whiny, but you know what? I don't care. I feel like being wh...

Well, everyone, it's been a little while, hasn't it? I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. What it feels like to be home. My friends, what to post about. Just my brain doing its normal stuff. So I'm going to start this out by talking about home and college. (It's kind of the obvious choice, given where I am right now). So I have this actually rather ancient (as far as stuffed toys go) stuffed pink dog that my mom actually had as a kid, and then have to me when I was younger. (It's name: Pink Dog. My mom gave it to her, but to be honest, I can't think of any other name that would suit her). But the thing about both my mom and I having owned this dog for a very long timer and that Pink Dog is rather fragile and no longer goes everywhere with me. She's had her fair share of patches while in my posession, and I'd rather not create any more.  Anyway, Pink Dog has this really distinct scent, and I was snuggling her whilst trying to fall asleep t...