Mis-Identifying Wildflowers
A leap into the abyss of self-indulgence.
New locations=good.
I can hear Enya blaring from Helen’s room. Helen got here recently from Uganda. Lizzie and I were going outside for a cigarette, and she tagged along, asking us about the reasons why we smoke.
Addiction.
Anyways, she began to become very excited as she packed a snow ball and threw it at us. “It’s like the movies!” she exclaimed.
Yes, living on the second floor feels like a kind of blissful heaven, it seems almost too good to be true. Now that my living situation is in check, my brain has been sliding around different areas. I had a wonderful nightmare last night, which has been troubling me all day. I drove someone to a very psychotic side of himself, once upon a time in my life, and now I believe I am being haunted by this action.
On a brighter side, I will be going into Milwaukee once again, this time because one of the girls in my new hall invited me to come home with her. I am very much looking forward to this, as I need to get out of Indiana.
I feel very heavy. The nightmares from last night are weighing down my soul, methinks. Alas, all will be well soon enough. In 22 days I will be pedding in Milwaukee, and soon, I hopefully will have my Ciao finished.
