Okay, so I spent this weekend at my friend's house. She got her crutches, so she can get around now, but I still hope her legs are healed soon. We went to see a play put on by our old high school. The play wasn't very good, but a lot of our old friends were in it, so we went to see them and all. I have to say, being back in high school was a weird experience. It made me remember why I wanted to leave so badly. I feel like I've grown so much since I got out, and going back felt so weird, almost like I was being demoted back to my old high-school self again. I did not like that and I still feel weird about it. It was good to see old friends though. Sunday I went ice skating and I'm pretty happy because even though I hadn't done it in a long time, I didn't get out of practice. I guess it's a muscle memory, I started right back up where I left off. And now I'm back in my dorm and cold. I'm in one of the oldest buildings in my school, and the windows apparently haven't been replaced since the school was founded. I mean, they don't do sh*t for keeping the heat in. I might as well just leave them open.

Sorry for rambling so much, but I really don't wanna go back to working on my paper. I HATE IT!!! But I better go get it done. Once it's done and my presentation is designed, I can go on break without having to worry about it.