I've just moved back into the old dorm room; and well, it feels weird. Part of me feels like I have never left, whereas part of me can't believe I'm already back. I'm currently alone....Professor Thomas and his family kidnapped the Roomie, but I didn't get in the van (oh god....this sounds like a real kidnapping, doesn't it?) I was going to the library to pick up a book for class tomorrow (I ordered it online, but it didn't come in yet. I don't want to buy a second copy, so I'm using the library copy to tide me over until then).
Dinner with the Professor and the Roomie soon. Looking forward to it, but I'm soooo not hungry right now. In fact, I don't want to eat anything, but I'm going to eat a little I guess; mostly, I'm going to be social. The food is going to suck; I know this for a fact. Perhaps its good that I'm not hungry.
I feel kinda bad that I didn't jump in the van with everyone else, but that's not me, so why worry about it? Right?