One Day. . .

One day, One Day, One Day, One Day, One Day. . . .
That's all I can think. I know what to expect, but I don't. I don't know what kind of changes this semester will bring about in my life, and Honestly, I'm kinda scared.
I almost wish that I could stop time; Not because my current situation is all that amazing, but because I remember last school year and how little time there was. Between classes, writing paper, studying, playing tennis, singing and all that musical stuff I do, relationships, plus the occasional though necessary, sleep, there was so little time left for anything else. I suppose there really isn't anything else aside from time to regain my sanity. That's what summer is for. I have one day left to feel semi-comfortable, even though I'm sleeping on a couch, living out of a suitcase. It's comparably comfortable because everyone is still speaking English (aside from myself, of course, as I continue to ramble off in Spanish that probably is completely grammatically incorrect). I suppose it's natural to remain in a place that's comfortable. I thought that maybe I was different though.