But No One's Ever There To Take You Home

To continue my bitching from the last post, I came up with a decent metaphor for what's going on in my life. Take a look.
Ok. So, once in a while, there was a really good party down in Austin. We would show up, wreck our havoc, get Whataburger, stay up late in the dorms, and pass out around 5. It was a great time. The next morning (or afternoon, whenever we woke up) we would go get the most GLORIOUS brunch from Hunt. And everyone you saw at brunch was at the party last night (On a side note, the greatest instance of one of these was Halloween, when everyone was still in their costumes when they went to eat. Sadly, my tights were ripping, so I had to change into actual clothes. It was so funny. Halloween was one of the best nights of my life). We would walk around, make sure everyone was "ok" and have fun wondering if anyone remembered how they got back to campus the night before. After brunch, we'd go back to the dorms, and if we got lucky, repeat the process. That's college pretty much summed up.
Anyways, I thought about it, and these adventures we'd have align perfectly with my summer(s). Last summer was the night before. The party. The time where you don't really know if life could get better than this. Sometimes you had no clue where you were, who you were talking to, where you'd be in 10 minutes, but, golly, you were having a ball. Skip the Whataburger and goofing around the dorms, and you get this summer. The morning/afternoon after. You finally wake up (come back home), see everyone again, talk about old times and how great they were, asking them how they've been since, what they're plans for the future are, etc. Basically nostalgia in a bottle. Then you'd go back into your room, and wonder what comes next. Last night was awesome. I wish I could go back, but man, it's nice to see everyone again. Boom.
On an even sadder note, today was the first of four days that I have to work in a row. And of course, the last day of this hell has me starting at 4am! I'll be dead at noon on Thursday. It's official. Please come to my funeral.
I wanted to post a song that's been stuck in my head for the last week, but I have no clue how to post videos. Sowwy.
Um. Did I mention I'm going to die? Its hard to believe that when school arrives, I'll be getting much more sleep. Speaking of which....goodnight.