Eh...

I'm starting to really go crazy from being home for so long, and I still have over a month to go. This is gonna be an interesting 6 weeks or so until January to go back to CUA. I'm watching CSI: Miami, a show I dispise, but I can't hear anything because I'm listening to music on my laptop.

Oh well.

I'm going back to the fut....I mean, back to DC

That headline just came upon me like a lightning bolt. Thank God that it's happening, even if for a few days. Better than nothing.

I've also decided that I want to go back to Ireland. Take buses around the countryside, go to the different cities and towns around. See the countryside outside of the Dublin area. Apparently, my cousin will be living in Russia, so my mom told my aunt that the next person to come visit him will probably be me. That statement basically guarantees me a trip to Moscow, which will be extremely weird like Shanghai, but just as awesome. Probably buy a nice hat or something, haha. Should make sure I have a working iPod by then or I'll go crazy on a plane ride.

I've also forgotten how much I love Mannheim Steamroller. Great music, not just for the Christmas music either, but that stuff is the best.

This is your captain signing off....

(I dunno what to say, my brain is jumping for joy though.)

Also, is it just me or is the name Sydney becoming extremely common? I've seen the name like 7 times within a span of 4 days, including once in a video game. Strange, haha.

I have now realized why I don't like coming home...

I'm stuck around a bunch of fools who act like high schoolers and don't have anything going for them, except for one guy who has his head screwed on right, although he is a Democrat, I'll just have to work on that later. I feel that I'm growing up and almost everyone around me my age is not and still thinks they are in high school.

There isn't much to do in Rochester when you've lived here for so long, because aside from the few things that I have yet to do, and continuously regret not having done already (Nick Tahou's garbage plate), there is nothing left to do. Wandering Wegmans late at night with someone and trying to find interesting stuff to buy is now one of the things I actually enjoy. Of course I enjoy being home with my family and doing stuff with them, but I like to have more choices than I am restricted to.

Plus, it's not that I hate my family, I love my family. I just feel that I'm growing up and that not being in college, even on a leave of absence, draws me back into a world that I would like to move on from. I'd rather sit in a room and watch West Wing or something like that with my CUA friends than go out and party with my friends back home. I think it's just allowing me to show a side that I really am, and not just hiding myself within a group that I would honestly prefer not to associate with. Being able to fit in very well with a group of people where I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not is why I miss CUA more than almost anything else (although having a single room all to myself was pretty cool).

Be ready for my triumphal return, because it will happen, and if someone tries to tell me "No" I'll be telling them to smell the burning rubber of a car flying down the highways to DC.

Leavin'

Well, I have to take a leave of absence from college for some time, unfortunately. It is disappointing to me, but it has to be done. I don't know what I'll do when I get home, but I'll be going back to get my degree. It's unfortunate that at the same time, destructive things have to happen to friendships. When people don't get along, war happens. And while I may sound like I'm begging to grab a gun and run out shooting like crazy, the last thing I want to see is a war happen. The Civil War fractured families and almost destroyed the Union. Why can't people just get along. I'm not asking for world peace, because I know that is basically asking Hell to freeze over. But why can't certain groups just get along. And of all times, when I'm leaving.

Thanks a lot douchebags for making my last couple of days here for a while feel like a living Hell. Not all of you are the "douchebags," and those of you who aren't, I'll miss you all dearly. I've never felt more accepted by someone here than almost anywhere else.

As said in the movie "Just Friends", which might I add is a hilarious movie, "shakes come and go, but friends are furr-ever."