Made it.

Made rather painful decision upon coming back to Saint Louis and seeing how immaculate my room was. (I have taken to calling my room the Wren Museum. I'll explain later.) Apparently [stripper girlfriend who is as old as I am] busted her ass to get it clean and ready for me. There is not a speck of dust in sight, and all my candleholders have fresh candles.

So, she is now simply [girlfriend]. It is clear she's trying to be nice, and I really can't justify being a bitch for no reason. I may not respect her, but if I were mean to everyone I didn't respect...well. I'd run out of venom.

Unc is being his normal self. He gave me the requisite hug, handed me car keys and $100, and called it a day. As long as he keeps giving me money, this will not be an issue. >> I was also invited to eat dinners with them every night by [girlfriend], which is an enormous step up from last year.

Went through my room today while unpacking in the hopes that a clean and moved-in room will cause me to do homework more efficiently. While sorting through all the old body wash in my bathroom, I stumbled across a large box with a clasp. Opened clasp, discovered High School Me's Nailpolish Stash(tm). After much squeeing and accidental brain cell murder, I had them all reconstituted, and now have a veritable rainbow of colors to choose from for my nails. They are all lined up in a row by shade behind my sink now. Just seeing them makes me ache for nailpolish remover.

I think I'll take pictures of my living quarters and post them later, since none of you have ever seen my bedroom here.