... I got nothing.

Seriously. Sorry, folks, but this is one of those days when I don't have anything worth saying. I can ramble on about what's going on in my life, I suppose, but there's nothing interesting going on in my life at the moment. Hrm. I hate to say it, but I think I would have preferred staying out there for the two weeks, and before you feel bad, mother, let me explain: I miss my friends, and while I love my family, of course, I'm also quite used to... not living with them. I can get back into the 'live at home' mindset, but that takes a while. I'm homesick, basically, but at home. Not to imply that I'm having a bad time at all, far from it. Good eats a-plenty. It's just that I'm forced to act and live differently than I've grown accustomed to, and I miss life as I know it.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to pretend that fact that the one person in this state who I'd most wanted to see as of a few weeks ago hates me has nothing to do with any of this malaise. Or that the girl I've had a pathetic schoolboy crush on since before I even met Nicole will be out of my life for four months. Or that the half-dozen people I'll be seeing over the summer are all planning huge exciting events for my time there (meet Bruce Campbell? ride a boat? pie party? Ride Bruce Campbell on a boat made of pie? That last one is unfeasible, at best!) so I'm really anxious for that excitement. That's a lot of excitement, I might add. Mischief and adventures. But that's for the future. For now... yeah. Eleven days.