My work schedule has been rearranged, I met with the academic counselors, I’m getting my act together. I had my “ah-ha” moment when I went home last weekend and was talking to some upperclassmen about their experiences as first years. Reflecting upon my studying habits, I realized how ridiculously inefficient and unproductive I am. Really, I hardly studied at all to really have habits. How I’ve managed to maintain grades before is a mystery and in the past, but the future doesn’t have to be so much of a mystery if I take responsibility for it now. Green and grades, gotta learn to keep those up!

It’s no surprise that when I was home, conversation eventually lead to boys. Mommy and daddy were especially curious about my dating life, surprisingly more so than whether or not I was attending mass regularly on my own. What can I say, parentals? I’m at a point where I just wanna lose control and I don’t want a pause button hanging around. Love and marriage are too remote for me to care too much about. Sorry ma, there’s no special boy to talk to you about. Sorry pa, I’m not bringing anyone home to watch the Lakers’ game with you.

It took awhile but homesickness kicked in. Home-cooked meals, having inside jokes, running into everyone from high school, the slang, old hang out spots; those things are about eighty two miles away. I’m open to new things and people, and I’ve been having a great time here with it all, but home really is where the heart is. I picked a great place to go to school though: far enough to experience new things but close enough to go home when I’m missing it.

I found my perfect prom dress! It was the one I was looking for my senior prom exactly eight months ago today! It’s actually my sister’s homecoming dress but…WHATEVER! I tried it on and it fits as long as I suck in my boobies. What a bad time for them to finally plump up! The masquerade ball is this weekend and I wanna be in that dress comfortably! I can’t waitttt!