Four scores? Wtf's a score?

Abe Lincoln was frickin fascinating. How that man survived what he did is amazing. First of all, he was clinically depressed for most of his life and never had the help of anti-depressants and psychoanalysis. Also, he had the whole dividing of the United States of America on his shoulders. People hated him and wanted to kill him all the time. He had to take steps that made him a dictator in order to do what was right when a lot of people thought that it was wrong. He really didn't have too many people to talk to and commented on how he was the "loneliest man in the world." Having someone you trust who you can tell anything to is the most important thing to your sanity. But more importantly, it has to be someone who will tell you the truth and not just what you want to hear.

If I could talk to any historical figure, Lincoln would be it. I might have married him. Hey, smart is sexy.

H.

hardy har har

I love comedy. I love smart comedy. Usually the campy and satirical kind. I really wish I could develop my often slow wits to be much quicker in creating clever come backs. I usually have to be in a smarmy mood and have a ton of confidence behind me for this to happen. Basically this happens whenever I'm intoxicated. I'm thinking of maybe getting into a career that involves comedy. Like writing for Second City or something? We'll see.

Also, just my luck. Finally college students are getting much needed cash to spend on much overpriced classes. Except now I have to graduate. Lame.

H.

I promised I'd come back.

Hi blog, remember me? Of course not. You are a mere vehicle for the things I want to say but that nobody really cares to hear. Let's just say as of late I've been through the ringer. It's not something I really want to type about though so tough.

I've been rather nostalgic as of late and realize how much I miss Hannah. It really is a sin to keep the two of us apart. The best thing about our friendship is we both bring out and play off of each other's goofiness. Sometimes I think I'm a little quirkier than her but she is one of the few people who I can say what I am thinking to and it comes out kind of funny and self deprecating and charming. A lot of the times (as I've stated before, blog) I fell like I am too weird for people to rationally be friends with me. I don't have a self esteem issue or anything like that because I really do enjoy the person that I am, but I feel like a lot of the people who I hang out with don't really get it. Oh well.

Another revelation. I don't feel like I belong in this town anymore. Last spring it really felt like home more than home-home did, but all the (handful) of people who I really cared about have either left or changed while I was away. It almost is enough to make me sad that I left. I had this delusional idea that things would be relatively the same when I came back because I felt like I was still the same old me but that has not been the case. I just really miss last spring and all the fun I had with the people I had fun with.

I've found that my dad really is the greatest person I've ever known. He is the closest person I've ever known who I feel has life almost figured out. He knows people and what they do and why they do it. Thankfully we share most of the same traits. I also am grateful for the way my relationship with my mom and dad has evolved. I feel (especially with mi padre) that I can talk about anything and it is more on a level of a friend and not an authority figure. I definitely lucked out in the parent department because I know so many people who have parents who are screwed up more than they are. I also lucked out in the bro department as well. My brother the teddy bear. Some woman will be lucky to be with him someday if she can get around his video game habits, football obsession, and countless hours in the bathroom.

Enough for tonight. Tomorrow starts another round of classes that I feel like I've taken a million times already. Just hand me my damn degree ISU. God knows you've absolutely dried out my savings account.