i can't believe it's almost over. how is it that a week can fly by so quickly, and i can still say i've not accomplished much? oops. now here's the kicker: miss home when i'm in illinois, miss illinois when i'm at home. sad? yes. yes it is. or is it great? whatever. the point is... going home... wait, i am home... nuts.
Ah, that feeling of being torn between two places that you call home. As my parents were driving me back to scool this morning, I was thinking that it was good to be home.
I hope you had a great break.
*Ash
home is where you hide when the authorities come a'calling. not that <i>you</i> would know anything about that...
I remember the days. I heart you, and the mr. t experience as well.
majormajor