Spring '10 semester has begun.
It is only 11:30 in the morning and I feel like the day should be over, but alas, I have two more classes to trudge through.
As usual, I had too optimistic of expectations for the classes I enrolled in, and have thus far been sorely disappointed.
It is unreal how much I miss my friends who are studying abroad/moved away.
High Sierra memories are resurfacing, and being torn from it once again has left me raw and exposed.
Alaska seems so far away.
I am so tired.
I do not want to think about things.
