Okay, so I get up with the flu, or course and I drag myself to school. While in my Psychology class, I start to get all hot, and my vision becomes expelled. So, I got all sick all of a suddened, and passed out and the perimedics came and took me to the hospital. So, I get tere and they are wheeling by four convicts bloody and shit, and I'm like "I'm so out of here" It was no big deal anyways because it's just the flu. So, I go to my Communications class and head to my car to discover I locked my keys in my car! Ugh. So I had to call the campus police. They helped me back in the car. SO, I get home and tell my mom what happened today and she totally bitches me out because I didn't call her when I was in the hospital. I mean, it wasn't a big deal, and I didn't need her comming down pretending like she gave a damn. Ugh. so, yeah. And Cory called today. i didn't answer.
It was an impulse thing. For weeks before my grand gesture of driving to North Carolina I was having pretty much a mental break down. A very grim dentist appointment, loneliness , attachment to things that could never be mine, weight gain, the pressure of business, taking care of an elderly paRant. At one point I just stood in the middle of a room not know where to go literally and figuratively . All of a sudden an opportunity popped up for me to go and I did. Anyone who knows me know I'm not an impulsive person but I just had to do this. To clear my head, to refocus myself. I can get into the details on the trip at a later time. I want with this entry to focus on a single aspect. The thoughts that came to me while driving through the great mountains of this United States and the feelings . I looked out onto the greatness of this land and the beauty it possess and I thought of some things. Deep things. ...