The night before last, I passed on fooling around because I had a big test in African Art the next day, so effectively, I am the biggest loser on the planet. The test was yesterday, and I think I did reasonably well on it, to which I reply: I'd BETTER have, bitch.

I'm coming home thursday night and not bringing my laptop, in order to get as much homework and/or pleasure reading done over our delightful three-day fall break. It sounds far too philosophical and cliched, but I don't really feel like I have a 'home' anymore. I sort of consider the house in LaGrange my home, and I sort of consider David's apartment my home, and I sort of consider my dorm room my home, but at the same time, none of them. Maybe that just means I have three homes instead of one. In any case, this is the first time I've 'officially' been back, other than last weekend, when I snuck back for Megan/Brad/Kelly/St. James time, and it'll almost certainly be the last time I'm back until Thanksgiving. Thank god everyone there is still in school, so I can sleep in on friday. Other than that, I'll probably be a hermit, and spend far too much time worrying about hiding my tattoo from my mother.