Feelin this
So it’s been summer for a couple of weeks now, and with little to care and a lot to drink I find myself very happy. There is so much that I have been able to do, to see. It seems trite but I all ready love the idea that I am back home with my family. It put into perspective how much I have grown, which makes the homecoming all the sweeter. I look back on my high school days and laugh, but cherish them at the same time. Being in my house is a constant reminder of those days. Yesterday I threw away the skillet that Guillermo, Kiki, and I first cooked eggs on during running club. It certainly wasn’t the memories that made me discard it; it was the lack of non-stick coating. The future holds nothing but good things for now, most rapidly a Memorial Day trip to the Salt River with my best friends. Peace kids, it’s too late for me to be writing about this when I have to get up in four hours to burn on a river full of drunken people in a place I proudly call home, Arizona. Which, by the way, I think eeked put okay in the DAY AFTER TOMORROW. A terribly terrible, brilliant film, loved and hated it. Night.