No One's Home

I just got back from a jazz concert on campus and decided that I was not going to wait till tomorrow to go home for my mom's birthday.

I went back to my place and grabbed some laundry and the books I need for this coming week's tests and made my way home at the wonderful hour of 10 p.m. I got home in 45 minutes which is a pretty decent time, but I can only thank the lack of traffic for making my trip short and pleasant.

I came home and grabbed my things from my car. I unlocked the front door and entered the door to my immensely empty house. No one is home. I came home for the weekend to celebrate my mother's birthday and she isn't even in town.

I was going to call my mom and dad to figure out where they had run off too, but then I realized that they are probably somewhere where it is a later timezone and waking them up was not something I wanted to do.

So now I am home and talking to my girlfriend on skype since I have no one else to talk to and i am writing this blog because I can never just do one thing at a time. And she is hating the fact that I am typing in her ear through my built-in microphone.

I appologize for starting all but one paragraph with the word "I."