On charge. (lightning bolt!)

School feels amazing. Normal. Comfortable? What is the word?

My old suitemates haven't changed, neither has the way I act around them. We got together the other night on a slight adventure full of caffeine. I regret getting an apartment at this point, I won't be as close-knit with them as before. My roommate (Melissa) is quiet. Compared to her I am very extroverted. And I'm not an extrovert.

I have 15 books. I can't get over it, although it should be completely understandable being an English major. But. 15. Chem is already a goner though, it's very gone. And never coming back. Nor is the 200 dollar coinciding book. That one's a goner too. Stupid book.

(ps, where is katie?)

Reading is becoming my health hazard

Counting Crows is coming up and I still don't have anyone to go with.
It just happens to fall 2 days after my last hope leaves me in a forever goneness state.
I feel very overdramatic right now. Ha.

I need to drop one class. 18 credits is a little over for my first semester back. 15 should be alright. Which should take the cut... Epic and Romance... World Poetry...

Poetry stresses me out. Romance does as well. I might be up for the Epic portion though. It includes well trimmed servings of Homer in this particular course, who was the subject of a many 9th grade nightmares.