I'm happy, but I'm not.
I've got a great family and great friends and a great boyfriend. Why can't I find that perfect happiness. Is anyone ever really perfectly happy? Maybe I'm expecting too much.

I am happy. I really am. I'm just not perfectly content with where my life is heading.

I don't like school (but who does...oh wait...I normally do).
My roommates...I love them. I really do. But they are so totally different than I am. It's hard. It's really hard.
I miss my family and I miss my friends and I miss my boyfriend more than I thought I could.
College is expensive too. If I came back here and went to school it would save so much money. To live at home and get a job and eat here. I would only have to worry about tuition. It's a tough decision though. I mean I already have so much invested in this college. I mean think of the shirts and sweatshirts I've already bought haha. Do I really want to give up the freedom of living on my own? Of not having to call every time I go out? Or do I kinda-maybe-a-little-bit miss that? Part of me does and part of me doesn't. Do I want to leave my roommates alone? Would they care if I left and went to school here? They probably don't even know that I've been thinking about it.

I'm rambling. My blog...I don't care. No one reads it anyway haha.

I'm really sick right now. Just got back from Tennessee yesterday. Saw snow for the first time. Pretty sweet. Pretty cold as well. Hence the sickness. Ear infection and sinus infection. School starts tomorrow. When am I driving back? Tomorrow. First class at 11:00. When am I planning on getting to school? 10:00. Oh I got you there. You thought I'd say 11:00. Nope. I'm not that stupid. MW: 4 classes. Lit 11-11:50, Bio 12-12:50 (rush rush rush), Math for Teachers 3-4:15, Art 6-8:45. TR: Anthropology 1:40-2:55. R: Bio Lab 3-5:50. F: Lit 11-11:50, Bio 12-12:50.

I'm crazy. I think my roommates are both taking 12 hours again. I took 15 last semester. Sixteen this semester. Carly is taking like 18 or something crazy like that. My mom did that. And worked. I don't know if I can handle that. Fifteen was hard enough not working. I'm gonna try and get a job this semester. Oh boy, oh boy.

I think I'm gonna take a nap now. And rest. My poor, weary body.