Short entry today, guys. Just between you and me. Little homesick. Uh... right now it's a Friday, my "h" key doesn't work unless I pound the quiznaks out of it, and I've got nothing to do. Yay, huh? Not being able to do something kind of makes things worse, I guess. I have laundry to work on, though. That'll be, well, something.

Okay, so I get that I can go visit the ocean at really any time, but it's way to cold to even bother sometimes. But, my hometown isn't that far off from the everglades, honestly. I took Hunk and Pidge there once. Hunk seemed to love it or be scared of it. Pidge... I still don't know what they think of it. Then, it's not too far off from the Atlantic or the Gulf, either, though the Gulf is closer. Sure, there's an airport and a casino, so the obvious tourists will be in and out, but, it was home you know? It was fun. I'll get back there again someday.

Oh, and just so you guys don't actually worry, I have Pidge and Hunk as roommates, so it's not like i'm completely alone. Probably gonna go hang out with them now, later!

So... You know how in high school where you're assigned partners for group projects and there's always this one kid that you never want to work with. But low and behold they're your partner regardless. It happens like once a year to everyone. Well, guess who's turn it was? Thankfully this was only a head's up and the project wasn't ACTUALLY until two weeks from now, but still. Weirdly enough, it feels like it's happening pretty damn fast, but still. But the Prof. dude wants us to talk to our partners and get a feel for them. Well... I kind of already did that a few days ago. (No, I didn't actually switch spots, the view was too damn good to pass up.) We'd find out what the topic was the following Wed..

I did find a website with like 900 lines, so there's the plus on that. And the guy... Kogane (I had to look it up from that previous entry where it poses sacrilege in these amazing texts.) Well, it turns out he's got a pretty easy to remember first name. I chose not to remember. It begins with a K and that's all I'm gonna say about it. That and I was hit with another headache (I get them from time to time, no big deal, that particular one wasn't blindingly hurting anyway) So we sat by each other and argued mostly. Ugh, it was just a great way to ruin the vibe of the day. And, there I was, looking so damn good~ My legs are killer in skinny jeans, or anything else that was tight like that. Salty McMullet opens his mouth and, I'll be honest, I saved us the trouble and asked him if he was just going to jump on me again. Which blew up into another argument. I swear, that guy has no chill., so we're told to take it out to the hallways because apparently we're distracting. Whatever... It's pretty much his fault, anyway. I don't know how we're gonna work together on this. I should see if there's anyway to switch partners.

Tried. Failed. There isn't. All hope is lost.