I'm going home this weekend. Er...this coming weekend. Did you know that? Well, if you're Laura or Tony or Squee or AJ or my parents or Kate or anyone to whom I've bitched about being homesick then you do. So that little thesis about being a smartass didn't exactly go over as well as planned. Ah well. I've still got the milanos. Sweeeeeet. But yeah, I miss being at home. I miss my bed. Does anyone have Fruvous' cover of Homeward bound that they could email to me? If so, please send it to this address. Viruses are unwanted. Thank you. I wish I was homeward bound and in a few days, I will be. I went to health services yesterday after History got over. It's halfway across campus, and by that I mean a half mile. A half mile on a re-strained sprain of muscles in my foot. Let me be clear about something...well two things. One) The sheer fact that I had to walk all that way when I was fucked up in the foot isn't fair. Two) It isn't my ankle that's been messed up. It's the first three toes on my right foot. The muscles are incredibly tight and swollen. My trip to health services allowed me to get some free ibuprofen, an ice pack and a headache. Fair deal? We'll see. *&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&* Anyone wanna know what my therapist Frank is like? Watch Good Will Hunting. Robin Williams is Frank. Speaking of home, my parents came up today to spend the day with me. It was sweet. I forgot how much I missed getting pissed off by their quirks. I sat here for a long time with them talking about home. And they brought me food. I gave my parents a long and hard 'see ya later' tonight when they left me for home. So yeah. I'm alone here. It's oddly peaceful. I like it. I miss being able to be alone and not feel guilty for not wanting to be a go getter and a joiner. I can't be everything, you know...I have a hard time being what *I* want me to be let alone what everyone else wants. Cause God knows that if I can't be the person I want to be then there's not a snowball's chance in hell that you will ever be happy with me either. But, do you miss seeing me? A week and I'll be sleeping in my own bed for the first time in a month. And September was the longest month I've ever known. previous - next