kyrasantae | So strange it feels to be home again.

Everything feels so uncluttered and tidy. But also empty at the same time, because all of my stuff is up *there,* locked up in my room in the apartment. It's like there's nothing here, nothing to remind me that I'm in a place I'm familiar with. Although the weather probably isn't going to be the best, I'm hopefully going to try to relax a little and try not to think about homework (although I should). My mom's locked my class ring somewhere, which is probably a good thing, because, depite thinking about bringing it up with me sometimes, it's not really a good idea to wear a tiny little $200 object on you.

I want to get in touch with my friends, but they've probably all got their own activities this weekend. I'm going to see the dentist tomorrow to see what's going on with my teeth. And I'm going to go to Staples to get one of those really awesome metal clipboards with the paper storage compartment.

P.S. Niesen, if you read this, call me on Sunday night. Or earlier. Doesn't matter.