The wind howls through the rooftops of our home. The woman that lives below us has been gone for three weeks now and we fear that she moved away, leaving her appartment filled with a lifetime full of useless crap gathered through gifts and purchases. I told Jenny I wanted to stay here for another year. She mentioned the word "home" and I knew we were on the same page. Time spent alone, time spent with roomates/friends. Where else would I go? This feels like home. This is home. Mog is lying on me in an awkward position. He's so loving and friendly. Brett is home. A death in the family. Time spent away.

Too few blogs these days. Going to correct that. Not going to class tomorrow. Can't wait to be a teacher. It's strange to have ambition. It's strange to invision the future beyond a day or a dream.

Tribute to Bush

I could only get through half of this before I became extremely uncomfortable....

Enjoy!!