Homesick

First bit of almost home-sickness just now.

I opened my milk for some delicious Cocoa Dyno-Bites (Malt-o-meal version of Cocoa Pebbles), which I devoured with only minimual-spillage. So when I was cleaning up and wiping off our fun little kitchen table, I grabbed the little milk tab thingy (i don't know what to refer to that as... not the cap, but the little other thing... man, I'm having a brain fart) thinking all "I've give it to Diego, he loves those things."

But... no Diego here. I think he would have a heart-attack if he had to stay in my apartment. First off, there's no beds to hide under. We have bunkbeds where the bottom bunk is our desk (it's actually a cool thing, it gives us a lot of room. However, our beds are high. I'm always afraid I'm going to fall off. Oh, and whenever you get up really fast from the desk, you SMACK your head so dang hard on the bed... yeah, I'm sure I've got some delicious bruises on my skull, no joke. I smacked it SOO hard the other night. I guess I screamed or something, because both Dani and Aimee came in... I have yet to hit my head on the ceiling when getting up in the morning, but it's already happened to others, haha) so he would have no where to hide.

Otherwise, no homesickness here. I've got pictures of home and family and friends EVERYWHERE. And I made a point of putting up particularly funny ones, which, when it comes to me, they usually are pretty silly. I'd take a picture of my walls and put it up here, but my camera got lost in the move. Sad day, man. Super sad day.