Home Again.

Forgive me. I just, literally JUST got into Instagram, and now I'm practically documenting my entire life through pictures. TRY TO STOP ME, WORLD!

Double forgive me; I just slept for many, many hours and I'm re-adjusting to the world of the awake.

Guys, this week has been the absolute WORST. Midterms week is like that, but this has been the busiest one in recent memory. I'm a senior, and really, I should have taken it kind of easy, what with this being my very last semester EVER and all, but there were classes I just couldn't give up taking. (One of them is a Jane Austen class where there are exactly TWO BOYS and they sit in the corner the whole time while the girls sigh a lot and swoon. It's...pretty hilarious.) I actually pulled my first legitimate all-nighter  ever which involved drinking TWO Red Bulls in the span of a few hours, and crawling into bed for a whopping full night's sleep of 45 minutes. I got to take a two-hour nap the next day, but I still wasn't feeling 100%. That, of course, did not stop me from going out to celebrate for a little while, and enjoying some yummy Pasta Carbonara with chicken from The Cheesecake Factory, and drinking a beer while doing lots of trivia at a neighborhood bar near my school. (I prefer a quiet evening out every time. I like actually HEARING what my friends are saying, not guessing while I run from a huge sub-woofer.)

Then last night I hopped on a plane back to Wisconsin, where I currently rest, chasing the cutest miniature schnauzer on this planet, and eating my parents out of house and home. But that's no biggie. Being home means I cook for my parents, and cooking means blogging. I love blogging, and I love you guys.

Most importantly, however, I love sleeping. It had to be said again.