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Me&&&Ali, October 2005.
College is fun, but I've really come to appreciate the word "home" since I've been gone. The word has taken on a much greater meaning now that I feel I've sort of lost connection to my home base. This room I've lived in for 5 years feels foreign, but my room at the University is not me either. Where is the place that is mine; the place that I feel like belongs to me? I don't really know where that is right now.
I came home tonight. Mom told me that my babypuppy (&by babypuppy i mean old, old, dog) won't go up the stairs anymore because last week he fell down the stairs. Mi perrito pobre! I layed on the floor with him, stroked his tummy &thought about how I could hold him in my hands when we first got him. From a little ball of black fluff to my big, tired and gray boy who has cataracts &trips over himself a lot. I want him to stay forever, my little Snickerdoodle.
The distance factor aside, there's very little I desire in my relationship with Bryan right now either. I love him completely &especially love how adorably cute he is in his new glasses. I'm infatuated with this boy, quite honestly.
(Melts into a little puddle of adoration.)
Especially because he upgraded my LJ account.
I LOVE YOU BABY.