Life continues.

I keep breathing. And studying and procrastinating. It is nearly finished. Only 2 days left of each class, and then finals. Wow, that's enough to make me want to vomit, though. I have a lot of studying and project-doing to do by then.

My mom is coming up this weekend. Now, if you knew my mom, you'd understand why I'm excited. She's a "fun mom." She always wants our family to be a "fun family," and we usually are.

She's definitely my best friend. I have other good good good friends, dear sisters in Christ, but my mom is the one I tell everything to, pretty much. I don't even bother lying because she can tell right away when I'm not telling the whole truth. I'm really excited to spend the whole weekend with her because the whole year when I go home it's crazy running around, spending time with everyone and anyone.

I want to take her to a used book store that my friends have been talking about because we both love books and bookstores. I especially love used bookstores because of the uniqueness of each one and the treasure trove buried under the dust. You never know what golden trinket you may discover, what new friends and old skeletons may be uncovered.

I also want to sleep.