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It's been, really almost half a year snce i've looked at this page. It's very weird. I've gone through a relationship, a summer, a few friends, and hopefully a stage of life. Hopefully I've made new friends along the way, as well as a new lasting music project. I have almost nothing profound to say on the subject. Since I've posted on this page, so much has changed in six months of our lives. We're in different states (or districts that don't have a voting representative!? What the fuck!?), and in different states of mind. We were staring at the end of the tunnel, now we're in a whole new one. After two weeks, this new place seems so old. I'm listening to music that reminds me of home, and writing more that reminds me of my new home. And I realized that all those messages I put in previous posts, weren't things I was trying to say to anyone, they were things I was trying to figure out for myself. I want to find this page when I'm old and grey, and have it remind myself what I was like as a kid. I say that, because I don't think I'm a kid anymore. Whether we like it or not, we have moved into grown-up territory guys. We drink, we smoke and we make out. It's a new stage, but I don't suggest we change. We can still be idealistic, we can still make forts out of blankets and pillows, we can still have crushes that we're too scared to tell anyone about. Sure college is fine, and I have new friends, but new friends never replace old ones, and times will never change that much in the foreseable future. But I'm looking forward to December reunions, screamed lyrics, and youthful ideals so dangerous that they'd make Karl Rove shit a brick. What we need right now isn't something to remind us of how wonderful our old home is. What we need right now is somthing to remember about our new home, so we have stories to tell when we get back. I feel like this entry is more mature than the ones I've put out previously, but who the fuck cares. I'll look back and say that I was rambling and being immature about a new situation, that was wreaking havoc on my insecurities and stresses. But nothing's more real than where you are right now. So all I can do is hope to find the same home that I had found in the embracing arms back home. Like, I said, this is a note to myself. Hopefully I'll read it some time. Peace,