So, a sleepless night is as good as any excuse
Plans fell through, court dates are far in the future and so I have nothing to do until my dad drives me back to Gainesville this weekend.
My stepmother is currently in a custody battle with the caretaker of my youngest, special needs brother.
I was supposed to care for him this summer. I forget if I mentioned this.
Sorry for the sparse details. It is late after all. Someday, the interesting manner in which I gained four family members in a day will be told. Until then, the above facts will have to suffice.
I move in mere weeks. It is both exciting and frightening.
Garth from “Waynes World” said it best: “we fear change.” I will miss my roommates and the luxury dorm vibe that we created together. It was truly unique. There will be no more “Worms Armageddon,” Four-square, or failed attempts at potlucks. No more marathons of stupid television shows that I hate. No more congregating in the kitchen to hate on whoever is not there at the moment. On the other hand, I am awfully sick of the broken air conditioning unit flooding the house, sleeping in a bed inches away from a ceiling fan and constantly being confronted with moldy/dirty/rotting messes that five people living in the same area manage to create.
I am excited to come back early. It may turn into my girlfriend visiting for a day and will definitely mean the reuniting of my bands.