That would make a good band name.
Anyway.
I love this blog. I can talk all I want… and no one cares. I don’t have to mean one bit of what I say… even though I usually do.
I miss my friends. I want to act like I don’t have a care in the world. I’m glad at this growing up business. I wouldn’t go back, not now that I’ve tasted a tiny bit of adulthood. It’s still hard, though, being a grownup… of sorts. You can’t be a grownup in college… not in the dorms, at least.
I think that I miss working, though. Isn’t that weird? I think I might be a workaholic. Haha. Or maybe… I just value the trait of hard work and seek validity of myself as a good person through that. I don’t know. I do need money… so a job would be useful.
Forty-three days until I go home. It’s not that I hate it here. I’ll probably be more than ready to come back within a week… but I miss everything. Home… except I don’t actually have a home in Wyoming, at least not over christmas break, I will over summer break, but not this time around. I’ll probably just be sleeping at my grandparents house, working, and hanging out with my friends at their houses… then driving over to Kemmerer to sleep on my parents’ couch, then driving back… because that isn’t my home. That’s where my family lives… but it’s not where my heart is. I don’t even have a bed or a room or anything there. That place has nothing for me. Ugh. It’s all very confusing to me and that’s the best I can work it out for myself these days.
I just need God, my friends, and music…
Speaking of which… I discovered Dustin Kensrue and Tantric this weekend. Good shizz.
“I’m being myself, who are you?” – Down and Out, Tantric
