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I have been a classic worrywart over the past few weeks, and I'm trying to get over it. Ever see the brand "Life is Good"? I first saw it in Alaska, which I miss terribly (a bit more than San Antonio - sorry, Maritza), and I'm just trying to keep that in mind. I go outside and I just sit and watch the clouds like I did when I was little. I like the simple things.
Senioritis is already plaguing me. Or maybe it's due to the fact that I've gotten to know Buffalo this summer, and now that I have, I don't want to leave. Rochester is a great place for me, due to the independence I first gained there, but now ... I have independence here.
Mary, Val, Joe, Dana, Rachel, Julia, Robin ... hell, I'll even miss "Smoky" and his antics that Val fills me in on (Smoky and I haven't seen each other in a long time ... probably a good thing, or else you would have heard me yelling and screaming at him). Smoky had gotten a job as a painter, but after one day decided that "work was too hard" and didn't go in. He still laments that he is in debt, but won't change. I feel bad for him, there seems to be no way to get this guy to wake up and smell the coffee. Joe has tried, Val has tried, I tried, his family has tried ...
The people I feel even worse for are his twin girls.
In other news, Wednesday nights with Mary ended last week. That last drive there and back was sad for me. I wish I could smuggle the good parts of Buffalo (meaning, the people) and keep them in my room for when I needed them the most. Don't worry, I'll leave Smoky at home.
I've already made two trips up to Rochester to move some stuff in. Soon, I'll be back for good.
Senioritis is already plaguing me. Or maybe it's due to the fact that I've gotten to know Buffalo this summer, and now that I have, I don't want to leave. Rochester is a great place for me, due to the independence I first gained there, but now ... I have independence here.
Mary, Val, Joe, Dana, Rachel, Julia, Robin ... hell, I'll even miss "Smoky" and his antics that Val fills me in on (Smoky and I haven't seen each other in a long time ... probably a good thing, or else you would have heard me yelling and screaming at him). Smoky had gotten a job as a painter, but after one day decided that "work was too hard" and didn't go in. He still laments that he is in debt, but won't change. I feel bad for him, there seems to be no way to get this guy to wake up and smell the coffee. Joe has tried, Val has tried, I tried, his family has tried ...
The people I feel even worse for are his twin girls.
In other news, Wednesday nights with Mary ended last week. That last drive there and back was sad for me. I wish I could smuggle the good parts of Buffalo (meaning, the people) and keep them in my room for when I needed them the most. Don't worry, I'll leave Smoky at home.
I've already made two trips up to Rochester to move some stuff in. Soon, I'll be back for good.