casita mio
coming home is such a thought...a grand one i cannot wait. lately its been kind of strange like in my head im taking a step back from my life and seeing it and thinking dang thats crazy what am i doing here....i cant wait to walk in my front door you have to take a step up to get there you know..in the va house you dont. and putting my keys down on the little table next to the couch where my cat smokey whom ive had since second grade usually sleeps. and quite often more than not i go to the pantry grab a cookie or two then head to my room which is orange and covered in me..my stuff my paint my clothes are usually alll over the floor so much so you cant see it.then i proceed to turn my music on recently its been stuff the pope burned for me expanding musical horizons and such...and i turn it as LOUD as i can i used to love it go in my room shut my door dance around sing as loud as i could into a bottle or some other random object fortunate enough to turn into a microphone for brief moment in time. but most of all i miss worship at home and prayer i could get loud and cry out to God sometimes i feel like he hears me better that way but there is something about getting loud that makes it that much more passionate and that much more intense....havent been able to do that for a minute people around here like it quiet....oh man what i wouldnt give maybe i just wont care one of these days maybe ill just sing as loud and pray as loud and dance as crazy as i wanna and not care. inconvenience whatev.i love everything about home i even love my bathroom there is a window in the shower and if u open it the room isnt fogged up afterwards.except for i was always paranoid people could see me even though i knew nobody lived in the house behind mine..i even love what i hated like the rock path my mom created last spring the thing freakin hurts if you dont have shoes on but i never wore any anyways ehh call me a young...blood.hahah and the heat oh id pay for some of that right now its like 50 degrees outside. people say oh its such a nice fall day im like fall! this is freakin winter arctic style. When i go home im not making my bed ever! not even one of the days!!! here i have to and i never did before so im rebelling! not doing it i refuse and im gonna stay out past 11 and have fun times with my crazy kool friends dont get me wrong va is amazing the people here are A M A Z I N G! but theres no place like home.....