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.