My exams are over. I blew geology this afternoon, out of my own resistance to studying ... at all. Oh well. I don't think there was any killing that B.

So now it's Wednesday night... And I am stuck here until Saturday morning. It's only been a couple hours since there were more than six girls left on the floor, and I am already bored out of my mind.

And I'm sitting here waxing homesick, whining to everyone that I can't wait to be home, but I *know* that after two days there I'll be ready to leave again. I hate this restlessness, I wish I knew where home was and wanted to stay there. Maybe I just have ADD. Maybe I could just sleep the next 60 hours away...

Plus I'm bummed because one of my best friends is leaving for good, transferring back to her home in Connecticut. Minus her, I feel like I haven't made a whole lot of good friends here. I spend most of my time with my roommate and the two girls across the hall and I haven't gone out of my way to establish more than passing acquaintaince with much of anyone else. This serves me fine for now, but two of them will be in their sorority houses next year and the other, well, who knows - I'm just thinking about who I have to room with next year, who I'll be able to hang out with. Feeling like a loser.

I hesitate to say too much about the people in my life right now because right after I started this diary I posted a link to it in my aim profile, and soon after took it down realizing that it would be much more fun if kept to myself. A couple people might have visited it then, and just might have kept the link, not that I really feel important enough to anyone to think myself worth all that trouble. Only one person actually told me he read it, and that's the Sethness. He knows he's not my favorite person in the world so I could talk about how much I dislike him and his laptop, if it mattered to me, and he wouldn't care, he'd still want to get me drunk. Hi Seth :)

La di da. I'm gonna download s'more songs and go to bed. Oh the thrilling life that I lead...

I was restless, I was restless, I was restless, I was restless. I just want this to be good, I just want this to be good. But you don't understand, you don't understand me, and I want to be understood.
Lisa Loeb