Long Exasperated Sigh

I'm so ready for this to be over...

Don't you hate it when you're having fun and the time flies by at warp speed, but when you want something to happen NOW time has a way of tripping over it's shoelaces and being left behind?

I wish it were Sunday...then it would be exactly a week until I leave and get ready to come home. Though I'm glad it's not Sunday, because that would mean that tomorrow (which I just noticed is only 15 minutes away) would be Monday and that would make me sad because it would mean I hadn't studied for my two exams.

I can't wait to see my friends again. I long to hug them and laugh with them and smile with them and generally be a goofball again in their precense...it's definitely been too long now (4 months.) I look forward to seeing how everyone has changed, but I really hope that in some ways (the important ways) they are still the same. So if you're reading this and are from New Brunswick, please prepare yourself for a bear hug from yours truly.

I had a good night with the girls on the floor last night. We're in the process of saying goodbye to everyone (which is totally sad) but we managed to have a good time laughing our butts off about stupid things and talking about the typical girly things. It was definitely catharic because it took my mind off of some crazy things that have happened lately (I'm not going to get into it...just know that a girls night was my remedy.) It was funny...at one point we went outside to play in the rain and we were yelling up at people we could see in their rooms, asking them to play some music. We were yelling up to a guy on the second floor, and he kept peering out at us all creepy like...then he raised his blinds and his friend mooned us. It was hilarious. We figured they would never know who we were, but we forgot that Kristine is in a wheelchair (broke her leg) and they're obviously going to remember a girl in a wheelchair.

But getting back on topic...I'm counting down the days until this is over...as much fun as I've had this year, I need to go home. Everyone needs to go home. I know they say "you can never go home," and that may be true in a metaphorical sense, but I think the familiarity of a place you love will never get old.

So NB: prepare for a return of the Kyla on May 3.
To my friends: you'd better show up for that hug (but don't come to my house! I don't live there anymore!)