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...