halkgkll!

Last night I went out to Minneapolis and hung out with Ryn, Katie, and Paul and one of their other friends who I do not recall what her name was and I was glad when leaving that I asked Paul when his semester at Stout started. . since we both attend Wisconsin colleges that start ages later than everyone else, we were both a bit worried and paranoid that perhaps somehow by some gross amount of failure we were both missing the beginning of our second semester. So we were both reassured by the fact that the other was not at school yet either.

I also had an epiphany. And that was, bubbles through gauges. So tomorrow I've having a day to commemorate it. And it also turns out to be MLK Day. Not MILK day. MLK. God, you people.

I am, how do you say, EXCITED for Monday.

And Thursday I'm moving back to school. I am excited but nervous but all butterflies and kind of sad. I love my dorm and I'm excited to see my friends but I know I'll miss Minnesota too. And Monday the semester begins, so I'm THRILLED to start new classes. I have a really awesome schedule that I'm more than just proud of and I'm excited.. And... I bet spring semester will fly by like fall did, and then it will be summer and I love the summer more than life and anything and everything. I think.

I'm just really antsy and kind of in a weird space now and probably will be until at least the beginning of next semester so I can settle down again. Mrph. Oh well.