summer
hey, in case you were curious...i am alive. my stay in minnesota was delightful. i spent time with nick, drank a few beers, brought and picked my brother up from kindergarten everyday, and went on splendid bikerides in the wilderness with the latter. now i'm back in florida. and i'm ok with it. classes are going to be engaging and interesting, when i chose to invest time in them. i'm going to stop being an asshole to people i care about -- i've already made an asserted effort, i have more ties to mend. i'm going to be honest, i'm lonely and a bit sad. it's hard being away...i say this shit every fuckin time, but it never gets easier. it's this weird fight i face, for i have plans of always being away from my home state. i decided just the other day that i'm really fuckin strange. what 21 year old longs to go home every night only to listen to wonderful music, spend time with his cat, cook delicious food, and listen to more music. i'm obsessed and lame by cultural standards. and i'm pretty fuckin ok with this. also, i've been excersizing a whole lot lately. i swim laps at the pool for like 45 minutes and i'm starting to get in-shape. i'm not doing it for the wrong reasons but, rather, the right ones. i feel healthy and alive. and energized. and maybe i'll find myself a boy in the meantime, but i'm not puting my money on it. in fact, i have this gut feeling i'm going to be doing this shit alone...