It’s now friday morning and I am making a mix tape for the ride home tonight. It’s been a pretty strange couple of days and now would be a good time to write about them.
Today we all gave David his last good bye. I’m gonna miss that kid. It’s amazing how you can meet a person and in a short time know they are far away. You probably won’t see this for awhile, but when you do remember to stay in touch, dude. You’re a good guy. Thanks for coming to the power lunch at Panchero’s.
Wednesday was my last final. So it’s been pretty much dead time around here for me. I worked today, did laundry, packed up for the trip home, and cleaned this fucker of a room up quite a bit too. I got shit done today. Good for me.
Going home is gonna be weird. I don’t know how I feel about it yet. Atleast I’ll have friends around and be working most of the time.
The Pogues rule. Just thought I would mention that.
Man. Going home again. I don’t know who said it, but I keep finding myself agreeing with that quote of “you can never go home again”. Whenever I do, it’s ok for a few days, but then I miss being free. I guess that’s the price I gotta pay for now. Oh well.
It’s late, I’m being over analytical and moody. Don’t know why.
Watched some TV tonight. That was weird. Space Ghost Coast to Coast and the rest of the shows on Cartoon Network’s Adult Swim made my head hurt. I don’t know why. I don’t have a tv in my dorm room, so I go without seeing tv for weeks at a time sometimes. It’s kind of killed my patience for tv in general. I don’t really like sitting down to watch new shows, or just flip through channels. I haven’t seen an episode of the Simpsons since August, and I wasn’t even watching tv too much while I was home this summer. Maybe I’m missing something. I dunno. I like not watching it. The downside is that I never know what the hell is going on. Oh well.
Sleepy. Now the Piebald part of the mix tape is taping. Hey! You’re part of it.
This place has broken my American Heart.
Over and out kids. Have some happy holidays. Maybe I’ll update or something. Or not. I dunno. There is work to be done, to be done. There’s a war to be one, to be one. Come you son of a son of a gun, and join up.