Sitting in my real bed...

It feels so good to be home. Seriously, I'm just so relaxed and just...happy. It's nice to not really have to worry about anything, to get up late, to make myself coffee in the morning. And it's nice to be away from people for a little while. When you're living with all of your friends, it just gets a little overwhelming sometimes. But here, when I talk to my friends it just seems really nice cause I'm not seeing them. Which is not to say I'm not happy to talk to them and see them at school. But, I guess it just like, reaffirms why I choose to spend all my time around these people. You know, I'd forgotten how glorious my bed is...how soft and comfy. And It makes me so happy to go shopping. I really could care less how shallow that sounds, but really. I love shopping. I went to Target yesterday, and it was magnificent. I also finished my book yesterday, which is what my next post'll be about.