I gotta admit, I wasn't really too impressed with the last post. I dunno... something about it. I'm gonna write Conley another one later, I think. I don't think it represented my creative flow for him very well... maybe it was that damn Connor talking about his hat all day.
Is anyone else as funkin' homesick as I am?
Christ. Lately I can barely go a day without just breaking down and WISHing that I were home for a day or so...
and the kicker is that I COULD do that. I could easily go home for a day or two... but something kinda makes me want to prove that I can do all of this stay here on my own. Maybe I'm just afraid of letting go of my freedom.
I remember talking to Conley about his first time back home after starting university, and how he sorta had to struggle with his folks to regain the freedom he had here. I mean, IF we can make it to christmas without killing ourselves or starving to death, I think that we deserve SOME credit.
I often think about how things have changed since High School. Like, for example, back then, I used to wake up early enough to take a shower and not have breakfast. NOW, I wake up late, have breakfast and hygine gets put on the back burner for a while. Also, I never used to wear clothes without washing them as much as I do now. Especially jeans. Man, I've gone weeks here without washing a pair. Feel free to comment any other little differences like that, pueri puellaeque.
