I can't fucking wait to go home for Christmas break.

I go home Saturday. Day after tomorrow. Roughly forty hours.

"Oh, after a month of being at home, you'll want to go back to school."

No I won't.

Well, maybe it won't be quite so bad to come back. I just finished moving the bulk of my stuff to my new room, so I won't be coming back to incessant rap videos.

And if I never hear Mariah Carey's voice again, it will be too soon.

I like my new roommate a lot. She's very friendly, but not in a pretentious, "OMG I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND SOOOOO BAD LOLZZZ" kind of way. She's funny. And Lithuanian. And about six feet tall, which should make for some good comedy (I'm about 5'1").

She and some dude named Mike (maybe a man friend? maybe just a friend friend?) helped me move all my crap. I have to have all my stuff out of my current room by the time I leave on Saturday, but the new roomie is leaving tomorrow, and I can't get a key until I come back next semester. Pain in the ass. So I basically have to be packed and ready to go home a day before I actually go home.

That was a really boring post. But it's been a boring day.

posted at 9:26 PM by Alison

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