I'm so impressed with the CGI and TOMS shoes.

I'm going to try and intern with TOMS next summer. I love what they do. It's so inspiring.

I think Joe Wilson is an ass.

I'm going to keep it Obama.

I'm sitting in the library, which is, of course, per usual for me. As I sit here, I realize that I really hate it here. Not the library, really, but this place.

Being in Richmond, even if it was for a day and half... not even two full days, I realized that that is really where I'm supposed to be. I was so happy to be there. Every moment of it was happiness. [Minus the absence of Danny, which was sad]. But, I cannot imagine a place that I want to be for the rest of my life then there. It truly contains my soul.

Driving back was awful. Not only because 10 hours is a bitch, but just because I knew I was coming back to Rome sucky Georgia. That I hate. I try so hard to tell myself things like "it's only for a year and half more... I can make it," but I just don't want to make it. I want to be in Richmond now. Screw this.

It sucks mostly because prior to that trip I was doing so so so well. Keeping ahead of the game, etting things done three or four days before they were due... and now, I can just feel myself losing it. Losing that will. And, I really do hate that, but it's true. I just want to be at home. And that is not here.

Suck. Suck, suck, suck. I DO NOT WANT TO BE IN RUT.

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Okay... well, that didn't really work. But, hopefully I can just get out of this rut quickly and get back into this great productive mindset I was in.

Now onto pretending like I'm actually going to pass my Spanish test tomorrow.

Ha.

I'm home.

It was a really good trip. Carytown. Maymont.

But, no Danny.

That was hard.