I left Baton Rouge in the wee hours of the morning, when it was dark outside. I drove back tonight under the same lighting, but at a very different hour. Eleven hours of driving came and went; the same can be said about the past two weeks. I blinked. No more blinking.

I went through a funny roller coaster of emotions in the past few days. From mild boredom of the same vacation routine, to great anxiety at the beginning of another semester, to horrid homesickness at the prospect of leaving my parents, to tonight... grateful for wonderful friends to share all these feelings with. At the present moment, six minutes till my birthday, I am experiencing the familiar inklings of anticipation and excitement. Less excitement because I have too many disappointments under my belt to expect naively of the unknown. Nonetheless, there is the hope...

I can't end a whole semester of tortuous studying without a conclusion. Thus, I quote my favorite book of the moment (Harry Potter VI) --
"We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, but battle on." -- Albus Dumbordore

Hey girls, I think there is a reason why our reunion hasn't happened... We're waiting for a certain someone to get back to this side of the world!