After a month of solid living, constantly in control, or seemingly in control, or no control, it'll be tough to walk back into class and try and figure out how to slow it down a little bit.

I got better grades last semester. I'm realizing how terrible of a student I really am at heart. 2.75 GPA? Ok, whatever. At least I'm taking some lit theory classes next semester.

Being home is a head trip. I'm trying my very hardest not to just lay in bed all day reading books and listening to music forever. Death to the infidel who stole my mp3 player.

And as a final note to 2009: you were the year that made me realize I could get some truly fantastic google analytics results.