Canadian A?
Well, what an interesting weekend. I love Canada. And it was a trouble free trip actually. Some good luck with Timmy and I. The drive is really boring, and very long. But we made it there in some 3 and a half hours. It was right near Nigara falls. And we went to go see them the first night. Meet alot of sweet people. The town we went to, was like a Canadian version of Corswell. We kept laughiung about that. Among many other things. Actually did have a place to sleep the first night. But a very, very cold basement. The second day was sweet as shit too. There was some carnival going on, just by chance the weekend we visit. But they don't call it a canarival or a ciricus, but its called a stampide. Isn't that funny?! A? HAHAHA. And the accents!! I loved it. Its so cute. Meet more and more people. It was kinda getting lame, but then it got alot better. As we walked and about, of course some damn bad thing would happen to us. And it did, but it really didn't matter, cuz I wasn't really in the mood at all for drinking. But oh wells. Back to the sidewalks, Virgil, and the stampide. And I think the trip ended the best it could be. Really, I loved it. Basically trips with Tim can not fail. Back home. Sore throat. And saw Crsytal while we was back home, I guess. Went out to eat and back to Kzoo area. NO! I miss being home. Or miss being in Canada.
Wow, the week has already begun and I still haven't posted this. I really wish I could just live a song out. Just for one day. Feel exactly what the song makes you feel. And with no return. Damn music.
The Canadian trip was 220 miles away. To WMU, its 170 miles. This really makes me think. Life can really strain your heart sometimes. And in the doing so, common sense thinking is distorted. But, I wish. I do. This sucks.
On another note. I have really been craving home. I get there, and then I crave a job. And the I crave a career. And then I crave respect. And money. And artistic appreciation. Hot damn will I ever get satisfied? Am I this selfish? But, the confusing part, is that when I am wasting away either, busy, or just slacking with long time friends, and possible newer future ones, I am completely content. Damn am I weird.
Okay. I hate the feeling of missing someone.
