But I moved home and while it's not all that bad I was hoping for some sort of adventure. Like moving to a different city.
Plus that, grades. Evil little letters that show up about three times a year. It sucks. Really I could care less. I wish I cared though. I care more what my dad thinks. Here comes the tears and another lecture on time and money and friends and technology.
I think it's going to be the longest summer ever. I want to go somewhere. Ya know? Start over. Be away from life as I know it.
Five weeks until Missouri. Just the vacation I need. Five weeks.
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