I feel like I've done a shitty job keeping up with this thing. I was so much better at this when I was in high school. Probably because I had no life then, and I kinda have one now.

I'm immensely irritated with one of my roommates right now, but eh, whatever. I'll get over it.

I'm going home in nine days. I really do miss my house and my family. Two months without seeing them has been enough, and a week at home would really do me some good. It gets crazy around here. Over fall break will be our eight month mark, which is very nice. I love him so much.

Thomas and I have been talking quite a bit more lately, much to John's dislike, but I know that nothing is going to come of it if I can help it. I want my friend back, but I don't necessarily want that old friendship back. It has to be a new one, one that fits all of the new aspects of our lives into it. That's the only way.

Well, I'm going to take a nap. Later.