Welcome back to this ______.

So I've caught up.

I'm living the dorm life again. No shirt. Lack of socks. Athletic shorts a must. Enter a dirty little ditty and you've got yourself a softcore. Swallow that for a welcome back message.

Break was a barrage of idle fun, hispanic-town adventures, and four on four foosball action. It was also a reality check of sorts. A look back at what was once a part of my life, but now is behind me. Thinking of the days in my high school halls is a bit nostalgic and gagging. A quick five minute stroll through the cafeteria (last Thursday, sorry I missed you) gave me that feeling you get before your turn on the roller coaster-- a bit fearful, a bit excited, a bit tempted, but always queasy. So kill me, I loved the last two years of high school. But would I do it all over again? No.

I appreciated you Mr. Clements, we played a good game of catch--now leave me the hell alone.

The break also let me step back from this blog. But now I'm back.

So hi.
So ho.
So he.
So long.


P.S. Are you really reading this? Anybody?