Qui sais?
Haven't written in a while, and I'm procrastinating so I figure why not. Except that I really don't have anything to say. I've discovered Morrissey and The Smiths and I quite like them. I drove Yossi, Emily, and Jeremy home and back, each way took around 9 hours, but we had fun and it wasn't all bad. Thanksgiving was nice, it was nice to be home and such but it just reminded me why I like it here so much- lots less family. I mean I love my family, and I was never the type to be like "get me out of here!" but I think I was ready to lave. I mean I miss them and all, but I'm happy to be off at school. It's weird, but I'm starting to think of Brandeis as home rather than New Jersey. My friends, my routine, basically my life- everything's here. But still, it's not home. Then again, when I went to New Jersey I didn't feel quite at home either. I knew it was home, but it wasn't really home. I don't really live in Medford or Mount Laurel, I live in Waltham, or at Brandeis.
Growing up is weird.
Oh, I did these over the past few days. More to come, no doubt.
Growing up is weird.
Oh, I did these over the past few days. More to come, no doubt.