Home...

I'm finally home... what a relief. Sure, seeing old friends on a very busy vacation can be fun... but when school has been out for twelve days now and I'm still exhausted from finals week, it means that vacation was just too much too quick. We were on the go the whole stinkin time. And I almost killed my family. But that's not the point.

The point is, I'm home. And it's wonderful. I know, I know... I complain about it here all the time. Haha, and within the first thirty minutes I was home and mom was yelling at me, I would've loved nothing more than to just leave my stupid house. But it's still home. Home is where the heart is, right? Being gone made me really realize that. It also made me think about how much my friends really mean to me. Poor Matt, Ben, and Abby... I'm sure they got sick of my talking about everyone so much! I think I feel most at home with my really good friends, though. Not so much with my family, which probably isn't too good... I'm supposed to be close to them, but I'm really just not. Things will probably get better between me and my family when I move out, or at least I hope they will, and when I don't have to see them every freaking day, and when they won't just annoy me to no end... Anyway. I think I'm pretty much rambling and want to go read Harry Potter, so I'll end this. I missed you all! And maybe I'll actually write more often, now that I'm home.