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i'm back home for fall break. i missed my dogs...and my cat...and futon... brother...parents, in that order, so i came back. for four days. four days. fooouuuurrrr days. no really, i missed my family. i feel bad for saying i missed my bed more so. not true. not...really. i miss my library. as silly as THAT might sound. i do. it's quiet, serene, and calming. speaking of all of those things...I spent 4 hours of my life (that i'll never get back...but it's cool-i'm cool with it, it's fine) at Zuma Fun ("fun") Center in Charlotte today. It relates to all of those aformentioned qualities in that...it has none of those qualities, so...some how, it's pertinent. not really, i just wanted to tie it in somehow with this rambling. I can't really remember all that much of it, my mind has already worked towards repressing most memory of it. i remember, raucousness, bright flashing lights, children whose screams just fell under dog whistles in pitch, horrible, stomach turning american bastardized "pizza" that took an hour to get, and scamming machines that swindled my father brother and i out of a good portion of are "zuma coins". i took three cig breaks while there...mostly because...i only had three cigarettes on me at the time. next time (if fate is bitter and hates me enough to put me in that situation again) i'll come more prepared. maybe a pack of smokes...a flask or two. but no, it was wonderful to see my father and brother happy...when they weren't irate over the conning games and late "food". and a half a bottle of wine and a beer later, i was fine and dandy.
i'm sitting in my mother's new living room. it's...new looking. cozy. earthy colors. and i'm really tired. i'll probably just look up blueprints and diagrams for houses and personal jets and yachts. i like that. looking at houses with two story studies and private airports. it's fun. intriguing and what not.
classes are entertaining. creative writing was at one point really frustrating, but now i just think it's funny to see how people react to what others and myself write.
hm...i don't really feel like writing anymore. fantastic house plans and jet layouts await me.
i'm sitting in my mother's new living room. it's...new looking. cozy. earthy colors. and i'm really tired. i'll probably just look up blueprints and diagrams for houses and personal jets and yachts. i like that. looking at houses with two story studies and private airports. it's fun. intriguing and what not.
classes are entertaining. creative writing was at one point really frustrating, but now i just think it's funny to see how people react to what others and myself write.
hm...i don't really feel like writing anymore. fantastic house plans and jet layouts await me.