The more things change...
I'm home again, home again jiggety jig.
The last time I was home was Easter and the time before that was spring break. Easter I got my scarf and I don't remember much else. Spring break was my first extended time back since the breakup. I remember being unable to sleep. I remember not not having a date to look forward to when I got back. I remember Twin Arrows. I remember regaling the staff with my tales of The Little Jesus story. I have a TA meeting this Saturday. I have someone to call at night. Time is weird. Someday (not necessarily soon) I might be looking back on this post and many others as a married man. That thought really scares me. I don't know who it will be and I won't for a while, but that's OK. I'm a different person than who I will be then and I need to be the me I am right now before I can be the me I will be then. And one day I might be updating this not from my parents house (although I will when I visit,) but the one I bought with my very own debt. I already referred to Lubbock as home yesterday without meaning to, but it is where I have lived for the past two years.
Hmm according to my records i started writing this post at 4:27 pm and it's now 7:26 I've done some stuff in that time and most of it is quite boring.
When I was in 4th and 5th grade I kept a small spiral notebook in my pocket to write things down in. It it probably in a drawer in my room now. I only think of it now because there were a couple things I wanted to tell Jacie next time I talk to her but I can't remember what they were. One of them was about my new hats. I ordered two new hats but one of them is on backorder, however the other will be shipping out in the next few days. well I remembered on of them at but if I still carried the notebook I could have written it down and I wouldn't have to bother with remembering. It's funny how some information changes ones perspective on things. I could go into more detail but that would just prove my point.
When I was born I was a young boy.