<< 04/06/2003 >>

i FINALLY get to come home. after 3 months of waiting to go home, i'm finally sneaking a trip. one night only but it shall be worth it. my dad is here right now networking the high speed internet into my room. and i have for sure had enough of steve-o. his temper is out of control.

i'm excited to see the bands play. i haven't seen andstarsfell since the night before i left for school. 3 pitiful months ago. i miss my friends back home. nathan, emily, rusty, jill, monica, javan, brandon, you know, the people i actually "hang out" with. not mere acquantences. it hasn't been that long since i've seen clint but one can't be too excited to see the person they are in love with. that's always a plus.

he's stupid for allowing himself to get shot in the forehead with a bb gun. that's just plain stupid.

i got to play some real volleyball today. kinda. my sister knows a guy who can actually play. none of that church, family reunion, crap volleyball. so andrew, matt, jess and i played 2 on 2 and tore each other up. seeing my sister and i trying to warm up after not playing for months was a sad sight to see. it took her an hour to warm up and it took me about 15 minutes before i got back into the swing of things. it was amazing how much i can improve in 15 minutes. but my poor sister, what a pitiful sight. but at least she could laugh about it because i was.

my dad brought a copy of the recruiting video i sent out to college scouts. watching that made me miss volleyball so much. a part of me wishes i wouldn't have given up the scholarship. simply because volleyball was the only thing i was good at. watching me hit those balls and jump serving the ball to death makes me sick to my stomach. i had such a talent and i threw it away. i told my sister that i wish i were good at something. it's frustrating when you're not. she told me that i had to work to get that good so i just need to find something else i like and work at it. then i'll become good at that too. that was a good point but nothing has come as naturally to me as volleyball. i love art but in all reality, i suck. the waterpaintings i brought from class look like hell mixed with flowers and death. it's pitiful. i was able to squint and find a cat and a bird in the second one i did. so that might get me an A. who knows. we start paper mache wednesday but i won't be there so it doesn't even matter.

i'm still waiting for poncho to come back and give me my $40.

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