I let my venom run into her veins.

I just got home from watching Where the Wild Things Are.



This is how I spent my Saturday.



I stayed up until about 2 in the morning hanging out in the lounge with some friends. We were playing games and then just talking and whatnot, kicking it. I slept until about 8:30, and then sat around until 9ish. Got up. Did a whole bunch of nothing. Went to the library to work on my essay for about two hours-- I got my ideas out, sorted through how I wanted to work my sources into it. I didn't actually start the essay in depth yet. It's an interesting topic, but to write it will be so boring, and I'm just not interested enough to write it the way that Dr. Harvey expects it to be written. So, I have to write the entire thing tomorrow, which I know I can do. It's not the first time that I've spit a seven page synthesis out in one day, and I'm sure that it won't be the last. For about three hours, we had a skype party-- all of our friends united through the internet. It's weird thinking that we are all in different locations spread out on the west coast, but we're still able to, in a way, "hang out." Went to see Where the Wild Things Are with some other friends...



and now I'm here, waiting for Jessica DeTomasi to call me back...



At this moment, I am more homesick than I have felt the entire time, for every home that I have-- for Turlock and Tahoe and San Francisco and Sacramento. Right now I want to be everywhere that's not here. Of course I'm making friends, of course I'm liking Riverside better and better, but I wish I had some way to get out of here. I wish I could just bro up with one person and that would be the person that I could hang out with and talk to all the time, but it doesn't work like that. No one here is Sarah Boren and no one here is Jessica DeTomasi, and I would never want them to be, but I just wish that I had someone that I could be myself around all the time, someone I didn't have to worry about feeling annoying or stupid around. I need to find someone that I can just kick it with and not worry about anything, or someone that I can worry about everything with. Just one person.

Not having someone like that, I guess, does help me stay really close to everyone at home, but it just gets lonely, because I can't have everyone at home on the telephone all the time.

They seriously need to invent one of those Star Trek teleporters. I would disguise mine as a shower, or hide it in the back of the closet, like a superhero.

It's midnight, but I'm not very tired, so maybe I will check post secret and play some guitar and start working on my essay and write some poems. I think I'lll be up until about two, and I plan on waking up around nine, nine:thirty at the latest tomorrow. This essay isn't going to be phenomenal, but I will make it good enough to work.

I miss you guys. Lots of love.