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i'm still alive. making it barely. school, work, study, sleep, wake up and do it all over again.
this was my first official mardi gras away from home. i cried. while i was crying i was thinking "this is stupid... i hate mardi gras!". but i realized that it was yet another thing at home that i was being left out of. so i had to face reality and grow up. i can't always be at home with my family for the things that were so constant when i was younger. eventually i'll be away from home and not able to just run home when i've been away too long. heck in a year i'll only get to be home for breaks because of teaching. oh well.
"stupid boy..."
i love you all. and miss you more than you'll ever know.
this was my first official mardi gras away from home. i cried. while i was crying i was thinking "this is stupid... i hate mardi gras!". but i realized that it was yet another thing at home that i was being left out of. so i had to face reality and grow up. i can't always be at home with my family for the things that were so constant when i was younger. eventually i'll be away from home and not able to just run home when i've been away too long. heck in a year i'll only get to be home for breaks because of teaching. oh well.
"stupid boy..."
i love you all. and miss you more than you'll ever know.