Strange, but I've been missing home since school started up again. Not being homesick, because I did that once and it made me miserable and really, who wants that? I mean, if someone offered me a free ticket, I wouldn't take it. That kind of thing. But it's hard enough to keep hold of the people you care about anyway (not in a wrestling way - speaking of which, who saw that MTV True Life thing? Spookiest. People. Ever. The beauty queen one, however, made me inexpressibly happy. 'This bikini contest could do wonders for my acting career.'), without having thousands of miles of ocean between you. Not to mention Nebraska. I'd just like to...amalgamate, the best things about here with the best things about home. Then, the world would be perfect and I wouldn't end up missing everyone, like a less well-written Holden Caulfield.

However! I'm in love with my political science class. Less in love, however, with the Socratic method, because there's only so far you can slide down in your chair before you actually begin to fall out of it. Also in love with 'Little Big Man'. I'm only taking one literature class this semester, in the spirit of Trying New Things. As it turns out, of course, they're Crushingly Difficult New Things. Thanks for that, world. But hey, I'm smart and adaptable. It'll be alright.