Fall break is here.  I've been icredibly lazy, except for when I ran around to buy cds and movies.  Mmmmm.  I addicted to spending my money on horror films.

I watched 5 hours straight of that show TrueBlood with my friend Molly.  I may be addicted to it.  It's kind of a bad show, but it's really easy to get into.  I refuse to believe it isn't just the adult version of Twilight. 

The best part about being home is the food.  My mom made 40 garlic chicken tonight and I about died, I ate so much.  The worst part about being home is my bed.  My bed at school is so much nicer than my bed here.  I swear, it is the least comfortable bed on the planet.  I actually have the bed that my Papa and Mimi (my mom's parents) bought when they were moving into their first house after getting married.  Yeah, my bed and mattress are at least 58 years old.  Unacceptable.

I realize that I really don't like one of my best friends.  What do you do when you find this out?