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its been so long.
i usually write about field hockey. not this time.
yea, ive been back at practice. but thats all. i havent had anything else to write about. i watch. i dont play. its horrible. i hate it. but i love my team. im the low man. i have to take one for the team and i will.
classes, well, they are going ok. for the most part. i was so sick this past week a prof actually told me to go back to bed because i was falling asleep. its ok, i hate her and her class anyways.
hanging with the woo crew has been an awesome distraction. we have a great time every night, drunk or not. i love those kids. they really are my home away from home. theyve made the homesickness thing less of a big deal, even with their own homesickness. breakfast club parties, dance offs, wrestling matches, karaoke, always a good time in the woo.
well, if you havent heard/seen me, im back in mtown. im home for a few days. it sucks. i just made the biggest change in my life last night. i told my first love that i didnt love him anymore. it was the hardest thing i have ever done. but i cant lie to him. he knows that i still care about him. and he knows that whatever it takes for him to get to a place he needs to be at i will be right behind him. at what ever distance he needs. i stillc are about him more than you could ever imagine. but i will let him go, until he needs me back.
that leaves one event. one life altering event. marc. not mark. marc. ive known him for as long as i can remember. me and ash grew up with him. we went to disney twice. he held me down in the seat on tower of terror when i was too small for the bar. he went on space mountain with me when ash was too scared. we were rollar coaster buds. he made fun of me when i tried to jump back and forth between beds in the hotel and jumped too far and into the window. we spent a week at winnepasauke. it was my first time EVER being there. we lit off smoke bombs in his driveway. i slept over there a million and one times. he painted my room. i was at his wedding. i can remember how excited hed get at the first snow fall. if you drove by the house you would hear the engine to the snowmobile revving in the garage, or see him burning around the house. i can remember how sad he was when dale earnhardt died. when i saw it on that sunday night, all i wanted to do was call him. but he was too upset. i remember when the white pickup wouldnt start so he pushed it down the hill and tried to run after and jump in to get it going. i remember he put up with all our shit and laughed. i never though tid have to go thru this. especially now. i love you ash and sharon. im with you. im here for you. i miss him too. and it hurts.
i usually write about field hockey. not this time.
yea, ive been back at practice. but thats all. i havent had anything else to write about. i watch. i dont play. its horrible. i hate it. but i love my team. im the low man. i have to take one for the team and i will.
classes, well, they are going ok. for the most part. i was so sick this past week a prof actually told me to go back to bed because i was falling asleep. its ok, i hate her and her class anyways.
hanging with the woo crew has been an awesome distraction. we have a great time every night, drunk or not. i love those kids. they really are my home away from home. theyve made the homesickness thing less of a big deal, even with their own homesickness. breakfast club parties, dance offs, wrestling matches, karaoke, always a good time in the woo.
well, if you havent heard/seen me, im back in mtown. im home for a few days. it sucks. i just made the biggest change in my life last night. i told my first love that i didnt love him anymore. it was the hardest thing i have ever done. but i cant lie to him. he knows that i still care about him. and he knows that whatever it takes for him to get to a place he needs to be at i will be right behind him. at what ever distance he needs. i stillc are about him more than you could ever imagine. but i will let him go, until he needs me back.
that leaves one event. one life altering event. marc. not mark. marc. ive known him for as long as i can remember. me and ash grew up with him. we went to disney twice. he held me down in the seat on tower of terror when i was too small for the bar. he went on space mountain with me when ash was too scared. we were rollar coaster buds. he made fun of me when i tried to jump back and forth between beds in the hotel and jumped too far and into the window. we spent a week at winnepasauke. it was my first time EVER being there. we lit off smoke bombs in his driveway. i slept over there a million and one times. he painted my room. i was at his wedding. i can remember how excited hed get at the first snow fall. if you drove by the house you would hear the engine to the snowmobile revving in the garage, or see him burning around the house. i can remember how sad he was when dale earnhardt died. when i saw it on that sunday night, all i wanted to do was call him. but he was too upset. i remember when the white pickup wouldnt start so he pushed it down the hill and tried to run after and jump in to get it going. i remember he put up with all our shit and laughed. i never though tid have to go thru this. especially now. i love you ash and sharon. im with you. im here for you. i miss him too. and it hurts.