living back at home definitely has it's perks. it just sucks sometimes. like the whole curfew thing. i mean, i understand why i have one despite the fact that i'm twenty two years old, and i really do try my best to abide by it.. but it's such a bummer some nights. and they tell me that if i'm going to spend the night out i have to let them know by eleven when i usually don't even realize i'm going to be out all night until at least two. it's not all that bad, i really can't complain to much. besides, on nights that i do come home, nine times outta ten i'm way late anyway. whoops.
school is going very well; aside from the whole group project in cosmology which is due march seventh and my group hasn't discussed shit yet. for whatever reason, i'm not worried. yet, anyway. all he does in that class (for the most part) is lecture, usually on cool shit so that works out. philosophy is alright. my professor is an absolute hag but the material is interesting enough. nik is going to teach me how to use a pottery wheel before class the week after break... definitely geeked about that.
with regards to the nik situation, things are swell. it's totally simple right now and that's exactly what i need. hanging out every now and again, just having fun. very chill, good times.
[i just got off the phone with my mom after a fifteen minute conversation. and for whatever reason, it was absolutely delightful. we didn't talk about anything of real significance, just everyday things. i am in such a bizarre mood right now, so laid back, more so than usual if that's even possible. anyway...]
things with kyle are good, i think. i'm still not even sure what to make of "us" if there even is an "us" to make something of. i don't know. i feel like we should take a break from seeing each other at all, be it just hanging out or what. i probably should tell him this before posting it somewhere he will more than likely read it. 'nother whoops. he'll probably call me after reading this and i'll probably not answer again because i'm a complete ass who can't say what's on her mind and finds it much easier to avoid any sort of confrontation than to actually deal with the situation at hand. does that make me a horrible person? or just a totally selfish immature person.
this is my life. welcome.