Gah... I am home.
The trip here pretty much was, eh, lame. I have never cried so much in such a little amount of time. I cried when we went up, when we went down, and when I watched Home Alone 3....
A little package of emotional unstableness.
Nelly was there the entire time.
Now it is 12:30 at night in Seattle... and I haven't really really slept for a good, or bad, 28 hours or so.
Anyways, nothing is more horrible than feeling like you are being wripped from your home. But I guess things are chill now. I am home.
I will be trying to respond to wall posts and messages soon... but for now, bed bed bed.