I love the morning. I hate getting up before I've had what my mind thinks is enough sleep, but I still love it when I eventually get out of bed. Maybe I mean to say is that I love to wake from sleep. It just seems like all my problems, everything that I was thinking about and was keeping me up for hours the night before have disappeared, or at least made that much smaller. It's like I go through my day and let everything bother me, build up, and I make mistakes, and somehow sleeping (when I get to it) takes it away. I don't know, my random thought for the day...
I came home today, mostly because I won't be home for awhile again. My sisters are in Germany and Winnipeg, so I'm pretty much keeping my parents company...or something. Or getting in the way of the only free weekend they've had...ever? whaaatever. In other news, for those who didn't already know, I'm heading to England for school next semester. I just got my acceptance in the mail last week! Not that there was any real doubt, it's sort of a given at the asper school o'business. But yay!
I came home today, mostly because I won't be home for awhile again. My sisters are in Germany and Winnipeg, so I'm pretty much keeping my parents company...or something. Or getting in the way of the only free weekend they've had...ever? whaaatever. In other news, for those who didn't already know, I'm heading to England for school next semester. I just got my acceptance in the mail last week! Not that there was any real doubt, it's sort of a given at the asper school o'business. But yay!