Home Again

It's funny how arriving home is such a mixed blessing. It is such a happy thing to be back in my own bed again. Maybe it's not the most comfortable bed in the world, but it's mine. I'm happy to be eating back in the Great Hall again. . .it still feels weird to say that. I really don't like eating out all the time--it's so unhealthy, and my stomach is unhappy after a couple days of it.
My roommate's beta fish did not die while we were gone--this is unfortunate. The thing looks like it's dead most of the time, you would think that it would just go ahead and die. But beta's are such sturdy fish--the one I took care of this summer wasn't fed for many days at a time, and it seemed to happily thrive in its little bowl.
But the mixed part of the blessing is--I'M SO SICK OF IT HERE!! I don't want the stress of classes again. I don't want to have to deal with a ton of girls and the emotional ups and downs which are a natural part of life on Gallery. I love it--but I can't handle it when I'm tired and stressed myself.
Alas, I must go now to be productive--or something.

Random Question: Why do such long hairs grow out of the moles on my skin? It's such a weird phenomonen. . .