i look at you, looking at me, now i know why they say the best things are free.

bittersweetness abounds my life right now. i'm so happy with the direction things are going. i have this amazing new person to share things with, but at the same time i'm so unhappy with the way things are up here in the tennessee hills. it takes a weekend such as this one to bring it all back again. an empty dorm room. another daunting color theory assignment. a freezer full of lean cuisines. its only natural for this combination of things to make a girl want to scream.

face it ladies and gents, i am officially itching.

well maybe not greg-style itching, but maybe just a little bit, i am a redhead after all.

but i'm itching to get out of here. this year is most likely already shot to hell as far as making new friends and such is concerned, and i'm already so excited about what the summer is sure to bring i just can't wait to get out of here.

i just keep finding myself between two extreme groups of people: the extremely bad and the extremely good. i do not want to go to clubs. i do not want to go to frat houses. its just not my thing, never has been. and i think i can live the rest of my life totally fine without changing that. then there's the extremely good: they don't do any of those clubbing or party things, but they are often very immature. if watching disney movies and laughing at corny awkward jokes is your thing, then this group is perfect for you, but it doesn't seem to be the case for me.

where did all the normal people go?

i said i'd go to school here and get my kicks in the ATL and it seems now more than ever before that is what i'm doing. and i can deal with that.

but on a weekend like this, man is it hard.

one week from this wednesday i will make the fantastic journey down 75. back into his arms. and back to him and all the others who actually get me.

let the countdown begin.