In the time since college started i have spent less than one month inside my own house. And, i can tell you, most of that month [which was spread over the entire year] was miserable. Over Thanksgiving break i had to bring my computer home to work on a paper, over Christmas break i was sicker than i’ve been in years, and for spring break i had my wisdom teeth out. So, i admantly refused to come home for summer. I got my Orientation job, which assured me housing for the entire summer term. I eventually began my apartment search. I did all the right things. However, i am posting this from my house. I get sucked in, to watch a movie, to feed the cat, to pick up something i need. And every time i get sucked in i spend my time here or leave miserable. I am miserable right now. Happily, this only has to do with my mother in that she makes me stress out more than anyone else alive. Otherwise, we get along well. Right now i feel as though i could explode from random stress, and i can’t even go to my favourite sites because i don’t have them bookmarked here. So, i’m miserable and not even tired and i still have to go back to the dorm before i can go to work tomorrow because i only wore flip-flops home and i need to wear shoes for work. Blah.