home again, (ish)
I'm in Chicago. But I'm leaving at noon tomorrow.
I ended up getting a ride with Claudia, Susanna, Susanna's BF and the tennis coach, Brett. I got picked near exit 263 offa the I-55. Susanna & BF hitched a ride with us to Union Station. They're all leaving tomorrow night at midnight. I'm taking a Greyhound. It's 9 hours, and I transfer in St. Louis, but I'll be home by 9:30 and I'll have time to do my homework/reading.
Today was nice, hanging with my family. We went to see "Broken Flowers" (freakin' brilliant movie, btw) and had expensive Italian food. My mom and I counted up all of the change in my drawers, and it was about enough to pay for my bus ticket, so they agreed to pay for the ticket and keep the change. I was gonna go say hi and bye to my darling little Hannah and Charlie down the street. They weren't home when I went, though. I'll probably go again tomorrow morning.
On Friday night I had a freaking scary dream about a guy in my English class. I dreamt that Scot was dying of AIDS. Wierd, huh? I woke up really frightened, and it took me a few minutes to realize that it wasn't real. I wonder what that was about.
I'm really tired now, I should do my nails and write in my journal and then get some sleep.
I ended up getting a ride with Claudia, Susanna, Susanna's BF and the tennis coach, Brett. I got picked near exit 263 offa the I-55. Susanna & BF hitched a ride with us to Union Station. They're all leaving tomorrow night at midnight. I'm taking a Greyhound. It's 9 hours, and I transfer in St. Louis, but I'll be home by 9:30 and I'll have time to do my homework/reading.
Today was nice, hanging with my family. We went to see "Broken Flowers" (freakin' brilliant movie, btw) and had expensive Italian food. My mom and I counted up all of the change in my drawers, and it was about enough to pay for my bus ticket, so they agreed to pay for the ticket and keep the change. I was gonna go say hi and bye to my darling little Hannah and Charlie down the street. They weren't home when I went, though. I'll probably go again tomorrow morning.
On Friday night I had a freaking scary dream about a guy in my English class. I dreamt that Scot was dying of AIDS. Wierd, huh? I woke up really frightened, and it took me a few minutes to realize that it wasn't real. I wonder what that was about.
I'm really tired now, I should do my nails and write in my journal and then get some sleep.