Sprawled across my [big!] bed with a coffee, Macbook, a cliche dance movie (Center Stage: Turn It Up), and mah phone. I’m happy. I’m also writing… ‘til I sleep in my own bed. Sweet dreams? I think so.
I’m going to miss the independence I had at college, though, even if the Thanksgiving break lasts only until Sunday. It’s nice sleeping in my own bed, having my car (!!), and feeling less (ironically so) caged within this college community (my school is H U G E , though). But I miss being on my own. Already.
P.S.: I love boys. Their antics make me smile. (: