I am officially home. Hm, Tampa is home now. So weird. Anyways...Miami was fun fun fun, of course. Went to South Beach and Lincoln Road, man, it was fun. And I was oh-so-proud of myself for not spending any money. I am one broke bastard. Someone, please donate to the Franki-is-a-broke-bastard fund. It's a worthwhile cause. Promise. I thought that I'd have tons of work waiting for me when I got back, but everything's ok. The semester seems to be winding down at last, and I have a handle on what I need to be doing. Which, quite honestly, isn't much. Gen Ed is about the easiest thing EVER. I got into the Arts and Humanities class that I wanted, I was excited. We (the Honors kids) have to go down to the Faculty building to sign up for Honors classes, and it SUCKS, because people show up at 7:00 AM and steal all the spots. So I had to get up really fucking early to meet Kali, I set my alarm for 5:35, I swear! But...it didn't go off, and she called at 7 asking where the hell I was...in nicer terms. SO...I had to really, really rush to get down there, but it was ok in the end. Anyhoo, I'm going to Jacksonville soon! I'm really excited to get back home. It's not as if I miss the actual city of Jacksonville, I just really, really miss the familiarity. I'm tired of EVERYTHING being new. Yes, it's fun and exciting I suppose, but can I just relax for a minute? It seems like I can't here, really. I don't know where the hell anything is. I have friends, but they're all brand new friends. They are not old, comfortable, familiar friends. I'm sure they will be someday, but right now I miss the old ones. And I miss knowing my way around, knowing what's going on every night, who is having parties, the best sandwich shop, where to buy vintage clothes, where to get my hair cut, and everything else that comes with living in a town for 18 years. Sigh. 