April 25, 2005

  • "I thought it was my fault, And in a way I guess it was. I'm just now finding out What it was all about. Moved to the west coast away from everyone. She never told me that you called, Back when I was still, I was still in love. 'Till I opened my eyes and walked out the door, And the clouds came tumbling down. And it's bye-bye, goodbye, I tried, And I twisted it wrong just to make it right. Had to leave myself behind, I've been flying high all night, So come pick me up, I've landed . . ."

    I miss the dorms, I'm not gonna lie. I miss having so many friends so close. It's good to be home, and I'm happy and everything. It's just that no one else is back yet. And now I have more freinds scattered across the country than I have here at home, especially with Weggs in St. Louis, JP in Cali, Andy in Vegas, and Elizabeth in Utah.

    I drove my daddy's beamer for the first time today. It is so nice. 525. It takes turns on a dime. Ahhhh, the handling. And the acceleration. And the smoothness of the drive. It's amazing.

    I had more to say, but I forgot what it was. Hmmm. I'll get back to you on that.

    "If you wrote me off I'd understand it, Because I've been on some other planet. So come pick me up, I've landed, And you will be so happy to know I've come alone, it's over" (Ben Folds).

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