I reach for my sixth kleenex as I watch Avatar for the sixth time and eat my sixth handful of munchies. It's a beautiful thing. I've always enjoyed even matching numbers.Actually, isn't triple six like satanic? I'll find something else and do it for the six time just to be safe. I think I'm a little OCD?
Anyways, you know what's not beautiful? I've been home for six days and have accomplished nothing other than the expansion of my stomach. It's odd to think but I kinda miss Edmonton. I miss swimming and seeing my roommates everyday where we'd snuggle and talk about anything and everything. I love my parents don't get me wrong, but I can't exactly talk about what couples I like and don't like and if I think they're going to get married or other such young adult topics. I'm a liiiiiittle excited to drive home tomorrow. Did I just call Edmonton home? Maybe I'm just tired. That must be it.