It's summer. I'm home. He's home. Dad's home. We are all home, and home is apparently the Best.Thing.Ever.

*exhale*

I don't need this.

I will hurt him so, so, so bad if....

I'd better be wrong. Because this is bullshit. A big, hot, steaming, heap of bullshit.

I want to go to Atlanta and be with my people.

Finals suck. Late papers that keep getting later suck. Moving out and having to store stuff suck.

Going home does not suck.

In conclusion: it is time for this lady to go home. One week from now, if I live that long, I will finally get my wish and BE HOME.

...for a little while, until I have to go to Atlanta. Shhhh.

I want to go home and be with my father. Right now. I don't want to go tomorrow, because I won't need to be there tomorrow, because he'll be fine. Right? RIGHT!?!?!?

Fuck college. Fuck finals. Fuck New York.

I love my daddy.

Why...why why why.

WHY.

I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe

I'm fine, everything is good, wonderful, fantastic...but when this song shuffled into my view tonight, it seemed strangely right. And I don't know why.

when I breathe...

ALSO...I got into Gallatin School of Individualized Study!!!!

aaaaand The new Counting Crows album (Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings) is AWESOME!!!

yesterday was pretty much an awesome day, surprisingly. keep up the good work, life.

Known Fact: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is my favorite movie of all time.

Confession: I've watched it an absurd number of times over the past week....and there's no end in sight.

"Dear Mr. President" by P!nk, featuring the Indigo Girls.

Completely unrelated note...I'm thinking of writing her a letter. I figure if I put that intention out into the universe, maybe it will happen?

If Ted Kennedy hadn't been shot, he would have won the 1968 election, not Nixon.

Imagine.