kelland

I am feeling better than I was in my last post. Some time has passed, and I have both grieved and reflected. Recent events had left me feeling wrecked and isolated. Rinse and repeat. Nothing will ever replace the presence of my beloved pets. When I greet my humble home next month for the holidays, the barren feeling will be there. I know this. It's inevitable, and it's something that I do not wish to confront. I am comforted by the distance. I don't have to wake up in my house every day with the realization that Viola and Molly are gone. Sigh. I am getting sad again writing this. I have kept my emotions under wraps. I don't want to seem ridiculous about this. I don't think it's fair if I'm seen that way. I miss my home, and I miss my pets. I never really feel this way until some circumstance arises to remind me that I am away and somewhat uninvolved with the familiar. Sigh again.

I have spent a lot of money lately. I now own two delicious Apples: a 15" Mac Book Pro lap top with a shiny apple-green plastic case and a silver 80 GB iPod Classic. Of course both of these purchases prompted me to spend even more money on accessories and various accommodations. Am I happier? Let's not be silly. I will leave that answer up to you.

My iTunes library is well on its way. So far I have over 20 GBs of music, and I haven't even scratched the surface... Miles to go before I seep. Last week/ this past Monday, I had strenuous mid-terms in my history and philosophy classes. They were both in essay format. Both of them took me over two hours to complete. Next quarter I will try to avoid so much reading. I'm really tired of reading. And "deep" things. Next quarter, no depth. None.

I saw the Smashing Pumpkins in concert last Thursday night in Columbus. T'was an occasion, and of course I cried during the acoustic performance of my favorite Pumpkins song, "1979." That song brings me back to childhood summer nights with my dad and Shannon, eating macaroni and cheese and hot dogs for dinner, listening to 89X ("the new rock alternative," 88.7 FM, Detroit)... and fighting over who had to take their bath first. (Shannon and I hated bath-time.) Again, I miss my home, and I miss my pets. My old home is dusty and unobtainable... now occupied by some slack-jawed yokels. I live in a new home now, yet my mind is always wandering back over to Songer Avenue.

Here are some photos of from the John Vanderslice performance at OU last last Thursday to divert your attention. Go here.

Now bed.