Going Home?

So back in December...5 of the 6 other fancy friends...had to leave and return to SMC...(the fancy friends, also known as the fancies, are a group of girls...who "stole" me from another group...and they are fabulous and other girls were jealous...lame i know...but hey im fancy now) anyways...the fancy friends are grand friends at that...and they had to return to the states...i was planning on remaining in Ireland over the holidays but less then a week before i was offered to fly home...and at the time i was like hell yea...but none of us expected me leaving before them...so that was really weird...kristy who has become my best friend...probably in the history of the world...and that is not an exaggeration balled her eyes out when she thought i left...so i mauled her on her bed...we all stayed up all night...but at the end it was only kristy nikki and i together...it was hard leaving...i didnt like it...it was weird...i never was home sick or anything being in Ireland but i thought it would be cool to go home and see my mom obviously for the holidays and see keewee...cause i totally missed her alot...but i was home for about 2 days and i missed Ireland...i was going insane...but that may be because i was sick...and probably had a 103 fever then as well and was probably boardering deliriousness...but the whole "commercial situation" that is mishawaka between grape and main...its disgusting...i cant stand it all there anymore...looking back i think its weird...i feel like when i visited china that the pass of life and everything there is more similar to the lifestyle back home then it is in ireland...it so easy going and mellow here...(a pain in the ass though to get around at times) but i dont know...i missed Ireland a lot...and its making me dread thinking about leaving...cause i know i will be come manicly depressed...but im going to stay busy...but yeaa...thats all i can really remember...i was sick the whole time...so i didnt really get to see anyone...so what was the point of going home? (and i got sick on the plane home...damn snotty nosed kids...what use are they?) but its weird...im not so much home sick...or miss people that much cause i do talk to them...but i miss the people ive experienced Ireland with the most...its weird...but i love them and miss them like a fat kid on a diet misses chocolate cake...