Back to the grind.

I'm going back to Auburn tomorrow. In my week at home, I have accomplished nothing as planned. And by that I mean that I have spent zero time in the sun, and that is solely because there has been no sun. It has literally rained every single day that I've been home, and it's really starting to get me down. I've been rocketing back and forth between my family and Evan's, mainly eating, with no sunshine and little to no physical activity. Not to mention I've seen the same five people every day for what feels like forever. Don't get me wrong: they are my favorite people on Earth, but I'm really starting to struggle with cabin fever. And I'm torn because I don't necessarily want to start back to class (especially not summer school, every single day), but I'm dying to get back to my friends. To variety. When you're around the exact same person everyday it's so easy to take your frustrations out on them, and I fear that Evan is starting to feel the brunt of my seasonal depression. It's not his fault, but we're boring. We watch movies, we go eat with either set of our parents, we watch another movie, we go out to another meal. We haven't had great weather, and none of our other friends have been home, so our choices are limited. As much as I love this house, with my perfect bed and huge bedroom and newly decorated basement, I'll be glad to get back to my tiny, never satisfactorily ventilated bedroom and my friends.

In other news, we have completely renovated the basement. New carpet, new paint job, new furniture. It looks awesome. One hundred times better than before. I've really taken an interest in it, picking out and approving the colors, etc., myself, and it's gotten me really excited about decorating my next apartment. My own apartment. My solo apartment.

I should really go see what Evan and Dad are doing in the basement...