So the semester started yesterday and it's going to be ... fun ? Long ? Hectic ? I don't know. I'm trying to shake off this weary, hopeless feeling I've been getting all afternoon. What happened to my endorphin high ? When I left the gym this morning (after an epic trek through a maze of hallways, on a quest to find the locker rooms -- I emerged victorious, thanks for asking) I was practically dancing at the bus stop, and now I just want to go sleep for a million hours. I don't really know what to expect anymore; I need to learn to take things as they come, I guess. As it stands, I doubt I'll be able to go home for spring break because we don't really have one, and the summer seems so far away, and blah blah blah I've been home four days and I'm already ready to go back ... Whatever happened to wanting to be here ? I'm going to bed.