Final Blog of the Year

one more night in this back breaking bed, three more meals of that freakishly funky food, one more shower with shoes on, three more finals to freak out over, one more intense room clean up, one more bag stuffing session, then I leave. I leave the place I've called home for the past nine months. It was too fast, too hard, too fun, too exciting, too exhausting. My blogs this summer will be fewer and far less interesting. What will I say? "So it rained today." "I watched a good Tyra this morning." "I swam." "I sat." "I slept." "I ate." Hopefully to keep the attention of my devout readers I will do things that are worth writing about. I feel like I should be a lot more emotional then I am. I write like I'm upset, excited, something. But I'm not. I have no feelings. It was kind of like the anti climatic moment my dad drove away when he first dropped me off here last summer. I expected to cry... tears of joy of course:). Or be nervous, or excited, or a little scared. But I wasn't anything. I simply walked back to my dorm made a few funny comments at the floor meeting, made some friends, and went to bed. I feel the same way now. Kind of like a whatever feeling. Yeah its summer, yeah it will be fun. But I am neither sad to leave, or excited to be home. Don't get me wrong, this isn't a sad blog. I am quite content. I am happy here, I'll be happy at home. I just lack the emotional response of most of my crying girl friends upset to leave, or my ancy guy friends excited to get the heck out of here. I figure this is a good thing though; my contentedness. Until next time...