Ah. It is so nice to be home. I thought that I would hate coming back, but I really feel comfortable. The weird thing is that it really doesn't feel like I have been gone for three months; it just feels like I was gone for a while and now I am home.

But that has made me think, where is home? Is "Home" the one that my parents live at and where I was raised, or is home the one where all of my stuff is right now, and where I live all year, and where all of my friends are? I am not sure. I think it is UI though. This kind of stuff has seemed to come up a lot recently because everyone has a different meaning for the word, home. Oh well.

After riding down with Chris today, I am almost inclined to say that my home really is UI because I am not sure that I have the guts to drive down with him again :P. Scary driver... he is everything that my parents warned me about when I was little. I swear, he is going to get in an accident one of these days because of his driving and I hope that I am not in the car when that happens (well, actually I hope that it doesn’t happen at all).

After surviving the car ride (by the grace of God), I saw my parents again. Unfortunately, they thought that I was coming back either Saturday or Sunday, and when they were invited to an open house on Saturday evening, they accepted. Since my parents were gone, I took the opportunity to go see Corey! We played DDR for a while, but after using the pads that Yohan has, I was too spoiled to use Corey's pad :(. Oh well, it was still good fun because we talked for about 4 hours. Good times Corey, good times.

Oh, and we have that LAN party that we are going to do this week. Hmmm... not much planning on that so far. I think that when I get done with this entry that I will send out an email trying to get the ball rolling on that. My mom said that she would love to have it at our house, so that is one possibility. Plus we can play DDR! I can't wait!

After getting home and seeing all of the magazines lying around that were advertising Christmas stuff, I am sick. Seriously, I am really starting to realize that Christmas has lost all of its meaning, and that all it is about is buying stuff. Why do people throw themselves into debt just to buy everyone on their list presents? I can understand going into debt for something that you really need, like clothes, food or a house, but for Christmas? Whatever happened to "its the thought that counts"? What happened to the season of giving? All the stores want is your money. I want to puke. Am I going to feel better if I get the latest and greatest stuff this year, and if I buy as much stuff as I can for other people? No. Would I rather receive nothing, and just give my friends and family something that is small but special? Yes.

I mean, the kick off to the Christmas shopping season is called Black Friday. People are pushing and shoving and cutting in line just to get the stuff that they want. "It is about what I want... now get out of my way!" I really wouldn’t mind a low key Christmas this year. I want to ignore all of the Christmas advertisements (especially the Old Navy ones) but I know that isn't possible. I want to go into a hole and celebrate Christmas away from the ads. Now I just need to convince my friends and family to join me :P.

Sigh, I am done ranting. Good night.