so.
i made it back.
the guy next to me on the plane was so big he took up a quarter of my seat and i didnt get to have my armrest down. which had the buttons on for the tv so i watched silent cnn for 2.5 hours.
watch. one day ill get that fat and feel bad for talking shit but damn. buy 2 seats bud.
i feel a litttttle weird. i came home to sd and i feel like a stranger. its so cute how earnest my dad was when i got back showing me my new room he spent all day fixing up for me. and i sit here looking at the ikea catalog just thinking. wtf am i doing?
i love san diego. i love this place i do. i just need friends. shit.
so thats my new mission. my old life just feels more and more like a distant dream.
i may just give up mar.
bah.
im going back to yoga tomorrow. i realized a happy coincidence that now my studio is only a mile away from where i live instead of a ten minute traffic jammed drive. i feel a little blessed for that.
what i dont feel blessed for-
i have to go to my apt sometime and get all my shtuff. derrick didnt even welcome me back. i have a feeling he may have seen my tom pics on myspace. so awkwardness will ensue.
anyways. going to bed. night.
