nothing # three

This is my last weekend home. After this there ain't no more. I'm packing up my things and i'm wishing everyone goodbye. This is just another move, something that I've become accustomed to. That's been a major part of my life during the last two years -- Packing up and moving. I moved from Goshen Township to Salem, from Salem up to Kent, from Kent back to Salem, and now I'm moving back to Kent. Quite frankly, i'm tired of it.

My brake line busted today. I'm going to replace both back brake lines. Eww. Moter-speak. I hate working on cars. Luckily Dad is willing and able to help. If it was left entirely up to me, I'd never be able to afford all the repairs on a car. I'd probably be a "walker".

Other than that, coffee with Drew this morning was good. It would be nice to have something to do this evening though. So far this weekend has been a blurry mix of Pretty Girls Make Graves and Bright Eyes.

Hopefully Sarah calls back. I haven't seen her for such a long time. Fireworks in the park was on the menu, but I think the rain canceled it.

..Nevermind about any of that stuff with Sarah. Second girl to let me down today. Damn, is this why I miss home?