Hmm...

So exactly how many ex-peoples can you run into in two days? Well, in a place this small, evidently 5. Grrr. Ben, Carlos, Richie, and uh, two I couldn't (and still can't) remember names for. Damn quad cities.

Man, it's wierd being home. Well, it is every time I'm home, but this is like kinda wiggin me out. All kinds of memories and stuff resurfacing. And then there's the old wierdness of how everything has changed, but yet nothing has changed at all. I can't figure out how to describe it. It's just so odd.

I'm kinda sad thinking about everything. No, not sad. Just. I don't know. It's really wierd. Like I've lost something, or left something behind. Well I guess I have kinda left something behind - my past. Such an odd feeling going back and seeing where everything started, and to see how far I've come. Wild.

Friends

Oh, btw, I know I've not been commenting on anyone's journals, and there's no way I can catch up to my flist now. But, just let me know if I missed anything major and point me in the right direction:P Love y'all!