Home

It's hard at home. Nothing is ever as cracked up as I make it out to be in my delirious because I am still sick, mind. D: Some things I find in this place that I don't find in others:

Lack of self-consciousness. It's strange, really.. Maybe it has to do with how familiar everything and everyone is. How established the friendships are?

Incredible LAZINESS. Berkeley makes me long for productivity. Here, I think about it and don't do anything.

Sick. I'm still sick. And it's been a week. Alright, so I haven't been contributing much to a possible uhh.. recuperation, but, still........ it's been a week!

Overcast emo. It might be the haircut. when i go home it always feels as if anything i learned, any growth the seed might've had, goes kaput. .. no roots? meh.

CAR! Driving is nice. :D and adventurous always..... ;)

Thinking up scenarios in my head of different conversations with people and thinking of how they would react..

okay.. no point in bloggingg. time to return to sleep.