I don't really know what to call it.

As traumatic as this weekend was, I still can't get over how good it felt to be home. I'd never thought i'd say it, but I couldn't be away from my family one more day. Although I ended up in the emergency room, what I really got was a chance for my mom and I to go through something hard together. I've been so insistingly independent for so long I forgot how good it feels to be taken care of by your mommy. I'm so lucky. 

I just hate:

My PR writing class

My PR writing class teacher

Not being able to spend time with Sohrab

Forgetting to bring back Guitar hero

Not being able to go home for Easter because of my PR writing class

Serifs