back again...arrgh.

Back at the Burg...not exactly where I want to be right this second, but that's life. It's close to the end.
I went to bed at one. And woke up at 530, which felt like 430 because of the time change...so I'm pretty much dead at the moment. I'll be in bed around ten probably.
I really didn't want to leave that early. REALLY didn't want to. Which lead to me talking to my mom. I mean...I know WHY...my dad has to be up at three in the morning for work tomorrow, and he drives a truck for a living...there was nothing I could do or say to push back leaving time without being extremely selfish and self centered...so I just kind of let off steam to my mom, as I knew that doing so to my dad would only make him feel bad about it. And I commented on how having a car would make things easier...I could leave when my classes are actually done and be home that much quicker, and sleep in a little on days I have to leave, actually have time to wake up, finish packing and oh, I don't know, have breakfast? Then I said "maybe if I get a good job and save up, I can get one..." and my mom responds with the most unexpected answer of pretty much all time. "Well, your dad and I talked about it and the end of last year, but we just couldn't handle it at the time. Plus, having a car first year would have been a little difficult, you really don't know how to get there yet. We'll talk about it again this summer."
*utter shock*
It was the apocolypse. Every time I've alluded to a car, which I haven't since the age of fourteen, I was openly laughed at. I was under the belief that I would never see a car from the parents. Ever. Never ever. Not happening. At all. So that pretty much blew me away last night.
I'm just hoping it will work out, as it will make getting to my summer job that much easier...and getting to and from school...and just getting where I need to be, as I can't always depend on my mom being home for me to use her car. *crosses fingers* I'm not getting my hopes completely up quite yet, nor am I harping on it to them, but...it would be happy.
Anyhoo.
Getting back was rather uneventful. Lots of sleeping. And boringness.
After getting back, Sarah and I walked down to Hardee's for some food as nothing was open on campus yet, and it was loads of fun :) especailly walking there, as most of the snow is still on the ground and rapidly melting, leaving unpredictably slushy slippery spots and mucho deep puddles. I almost slipped and fell sooo many times and actually was stuck on top of a slush mound for a few minutes, as there was ice and water at the bottom and it was really slippery and tall. It was an adventure of mass proportions!
Then I unpacked. Got dinner. Watched a Desparate Housewives rerun. And here I am. Too tired to accomplish anything, too awake for sleep.
My mom is still looking at the Lutheran book my aunt dropped off...so I'm starting to look at all things Catholic while trying to figure out where I'd fit in best...kind of interesting. Just trying to gain some form of direction with everything.
Maybe I'll read some HP...something...it is back.
It is starting to wear on me.
Seriously. A lot. This is just such an awkward situation. I'm tired of trying NOT to make eye contact with my roomate, of all people, and feeling like I can't say anything.
I still don't know what the hell I did, nor do I care, nor do I feel like I'll ever know.
I'm just ready for this term to be over already.
If I can just make it to New York...
Life will be better.
May? Are you freaking here yet? I'm waiting. Impatiently, me.
It's bedtime. Almost. =P