Sigh.

Being back home is a biatch. no offense to the family or anything. but this sucks.
Here, this is a schedule of my day:
10:11am-get woken up by a phone call from mom
10:15am-eat a bowl of crispix
10:45am-brush teeth
10:50am-dance in my room to fiddycen'
11:00am-12:15pm-sit at the computer, deal with pictures, talk to people
12:15pm-eat ramen, grilled cheese, and read life, the universe, and everything.
12:30pm-answer the door to find a package on the steps
12:31pm-4:25pm-sit at the computer, talk with people, deal with photos
4:26pm-mom gets home, then leaves
4:27pm-5:35pm-sit at the computer, look up music, deal with photos
5:37pm-6:45pm-go through hell and back while going to dinner with a family friend and their kid, and my little brother and sister, and my mom.
6:46pm-lose my sanity
6:50pm-get back on the computer, look through pictures, stare at the screen, listen to "mellow nostalgia" mix
9:02pm-family prayers and such
9:15pm-check email, look through photos.

I KNOW! it's like, how can she be so amazing? plus, my carpal tunnel is like, really hating me today, and it's causing me SO MUCH PAIN.
i've barely unpacked my junk
i found a spider in one of my suitcases (um garoooossss)
everyone has been saying how lame i am and the stuff that i bought
i can't go to schlittebahn with katie like i really wanted to
my parents STILL havne't filled out the school forms
mary and margaret have left for a totally awesome road trip
i've never felt so FREAKING lonely and nostalgic in my ENTIRE LIFE.