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I drove back from NMU on Wednesday - goodness, almost a week ago.  I live in the suburbs, fortyish minutes outside of Detroit.  It has been mostly gray here.  I am not yet adjusted to being home.  The adults here understand more than the highschoolers I have come back to, and it is nice that they bother to ask.  I don't feel like the proper puzzle piece.  I have happy moments, moments I am intensely grateful for, moments that make me forget any sort of bad feeling, but I am not out of Northern yet.  I think it will be easier to adjust once I am taking my summer courses at the nearbye community college, once I am working, once it warms up so that I can complain about the heat.  I am drinking Celestial Seasonings' vanilla honey chamomile and it is divine.

Tonight, I am going with my best friend and a few boys she has collected to a strip club called Deja Vu in Flint.  I expect it to be hilarious or insanely awkward.  But I am glad of one thing: I will let myself look pretty.  I haven't bothered to try being pretty since I came home.  It's embarrassing to run around town and through the mall in plaid pajama pants and oversized cardigans (always to the chagrin of the perky departmentstore workers).  I look forward to "prettying myself up."  I'm also glad of Atlas Shrugged, which I bought in light of the movie (yes, I am a little ashamed).  I was researching Ayn Rand's philosophy of Objectivism, and it's apparently closely related to Rational Egoism, which I DESPISE.  I plan on reading Atlas Shrugged to decide whether or not I hate Rand as well.  It should be interesting.

Hopefully I adjust soon.