Here's something I have realized lately that really sucks. Being a grad student and all, I'm home a lot. Most people would think being home a lot would be something nice, but it isn't. I feel like my weeks and weekends run into each other and everything is the same. The only difference is that SOMEtimes on weekend evenings I get to hang out with my friends. The days though...they're all the same. Me chilling out with my dog. I'd much rather be busy and have something like the weekend to look forward to. I used to hate Sunday cause it meant the weekend was over, but now I hate it cause it means 6 more days until I get to see people again. I think it's part of the reason that I'm such good friends with so many of my neighbors - they're the only people I see most of the time. I mean, who else is home enough when they get packages that the UPS man knows them well enough to tease the dog and make fun of their signature? (Speaking of UPS men, I just got shoes delivered and I swear they smell like feet). When I go to class I get to talk to people for a few minutes on the break, and at my internship I get a couple minutes a week to chat with peers, and sometimes I IM with Billy or someone during the day, but really people...my life is booooring. It makes me dwell over things that are probably best forgotten. OK, back to the topic at hand - if you ever think I'm particularly spastic or talkative when I'm around you, well that's just because I'm so used to my solitary confinement that it's like a field day. And you teachers know how exciting field day is. I know, I know, I'm being a leetle dramatic. I just feel blahbbey blahbbey boring. So now I'll stop what most of you probably think is whining. The grass is always greener I guess.