Counting the Days.

Formal Apology: I do want to apologize to all my friends back home that wanted to see me and didn't. It was nothing to do with you individually, I didn't see any friends this weekend. So I do apologize, if you want me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness, that can be arranged. Haha.

Alas, I am 'home'. I place quotations around the word home because the lame, sappy me (that is always equiped with a good cliche) says that 'home is where the heart is.' As much of a cliche as that is, I find it couldn't be more true.

An all new countdown: Five Days.

Alas, here I am--back in reality. My stuff is a mess and the road ahead of me is paved with studies. Every hour I find something else I should have done or have yet to do--if I am not within reaching distance of a piece of paper to jot a reminder down to myself, I resort to reaching for a pen to write on my hand. Consequently, at the end of any given day--my left hand always looks like a memo pad. Moving along, I have quite the to do list ahead of me because I like to stay somewhat ahead so I will take advantage of the copious amounts of Iced Cappacinos I consumed this evening to aid me in staying awake.

Tonight's To Do List:
It is currently 12:40am:

1. Unpack.
2. Sort laundry for the morning.
3. Grab a snack.
4. Study two chapters in Physiology.
5. Go to bed.

First midterm in less than forty eight hours...don't you hate reality?