Random thoughts

60 miles is a lot further than it seems.
I am convinced that every romance novel must have the phrase "was nearly his/her undoing" in it somewhere.
I hate homework.
I want to where I'm living next year.
I want to figure out my schedule now!
I'm tired. I'm always tired.
I don't want to do anymore plays now. I'll do one over the summer...hmmm...I wonder what the community theatre summer play is...
All I want to do this summer is sleep and read. If I have to get a job, I want to work at a book store or movie place.
When I was at home this weekend, I was torn between "Aww...I love my hometown" and "God, I hate this place."
I want to go see Matt, but I don't have the energy to do so. God, I'm pathetic.
I think I'm depressed. Oh joy.