"And when the night is new..."

Thursday. It's almost impossible for me accomplish anything on a Thursday. I dive into that "Friday" mentality twenty-four hours ahead of schedule. Ah well. I'm kind of looking forward to going home tomorrow. It has been three weeks. I can't leave Milledgeville until 3:30ish, which means it'll take an extra thirty minutes to get home. ::heavy sigh::

Weekends are usually pretty lazy around the house. Sometimes they feel frantic, but I think it's just me. I'm so used to running all the time; when I finally stop, my mind keeps racing in a thousand different directions, and I'm never sure what to do with myself. I'll get to see the house my parents are considering. Maybe I'll even have time to visit my favorite coffee shop. But most of all, I'm looking forward to falling asleep in my room. Have I ever described my room to you? It was literally years in the making - both mentally AND physically. It's light blue (but not bright) with white trim and white furniture, decorated with classic black and white photos of NYC, London, and Paris. My accents are burgundy. I stuck with the red, white, and blue theme because it is the flag color for all three countries represented. Anyway. It's so calm and cool...and the pictures are so timeless...I love it.

Sorry. Random. I've been stuck in classic mode lately. Black and white pictures, old movies, the sultry sounds of jazz flowing out of smokey lounges and onto the rain-slicked streets. Ahh. On that note, goodnight.