When Home Becomes a Strange Place

All because of you,
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings:
No, not the kind with halos.
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place.
I'll follow your voice:
All you have to do is
shout it out.


So leaving the campus was harder than I thought, since the trash rooms closed and the elevator broke, I had to carry twenty heavy loads of STUFF to my car up and down three flights of stairs. I also had to carry numerous amounts of trash to the dumpsters on the opposite end of the building. Took me three hours to load up and be on my way.

...On the brightside the weather was beautiful and the trip back home was smooth. My first day back all my friends were delighted to see me and hang out with me. I went to Jolten Joes with Kelsea to see Leah, and she gave us our drinks for free. We then went to walmart, and then got our swimsuits on to meet Ashley for a tubing trip down the river. I got a nice shoulder tan.
Then I took a walk with my mom, shooting pictures. (I was a bit rusty!) And then played night tennis with Leah. Lastly, there was a cruising hour with Haley. We got nasty ice cream and talked about this years hook-ups and what not.


It was a lovely day. Mother's day was not so smooth, since me and my mom got into a big fight. Appprently, after my first day here, I am not doing enought around the house. And telling her how I feel isn't allowed unless I sugar coat it. And if I can't do that I should ask 'my father' if there is room for me at his place to stay. Well, I took out the trash and unloaded the dishwaser today, so maybe I can earn my keep? I'm still furious at her, but I'll keep it to myself unless I want to sugar coat it. Bleh.

Anyway, now that the excitement of me being back home has wore off, I wonder what to do with my time? To go from 40 hours a week working and full time school to NOTHING I feel like a complete bum. A workaholic has to work to feel useful! I'm already getting those judgmental glares from my mother that I am too lazy for my own worth.

Ah well, anyway. Lets see what I can come up with....


Personal Note:

I have good feelings towards an older ginger kid here. Not sure what that was suppose to mean, but I hope he has good feelings about me. We chatted a little last night, and I'm not sure but I hope I'll get to hang with him before I leave for Wyoming! Ah, the adventures of summer have begun...

Finished

I cannot pretend I felt any regret

Because each broken heart will eventually mend

As the blood runs red

Down needle and thread

Someday-

You will

be loved.

As my first year in college comes to a close I've concluded that my experience was exactly how I thought it was going to be: not what I expected.

It wasn't all partying as much as it was staying up all night on random adventures. I made a lot of friends, even if if three fourths of them were over the age of 25 and didn't go to college. And changed without really changing.

From listening to to other people talk about college, I've learned that everyone has a different view depending on what kind of person they are. Some people say that their freshmen was the best year of college, and others say it was the absolute worst.

I'm not sure what mine is yet, obviously. It's the best and the worst so far. Today I took my botany final... crossing my fingers that I pass that class. Tomorrow Earth Science. Then it's smooth sailing.

Kind of.

Personal Note:

Mac found a house for use to live in! I can't wait! Some guy I use to work with is trying to get me to go on 'dates' with him despite my best efforts to be just friends. I think I'll break it to him hard because obviously being nice about just makes you tease. Whatever.

Last night at Pizza Hut was yesterday. Elisha and Andrew closed with me. It was the last day for all three of us. It was a slow nice, so I got to leave early. Nice time.

Went on a nice coffee date with Erin today. Last one for the school year :'(

We also went on a lovely walk. I took a few pictures:

That's my friend, looking out through the tires we found

A collect of old lawn mowers down some alley

I took my love down to violet hill...

Someone's backyard.

Yeah.

I was creepin.