So it's 4am and I'm on the internet again. This shouldn't ba a surprise to anyone who knows me. I went out on friday night with Erin. One of her students graduated and we got invited to the graduation party. Anyway so we went to Pierre's and her brother-in-law Justin started hitting on me. He's not bad looking but he's too, erm . . . "big" for my tastes. Sweet guy though, gave me his number so we might hang out later on. Erin and I were supposed to go down to Greek fest today, so we walk down to the park and . . . no feastival. I think it ended yeasterday and Erin didn't know about it; oh well, it was a nice walk anyway. We ended up walking down to the coney island place, and got lunch. All together my day has been pretty boring. I ended up falling asleep at, like, 7pm and then woke up all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 1am. Speaking of bright eyes and bushy tails I think I'm going to go see if there's anything new at illwillpress.com

Went out to Erin's earlier today, ended up spending all afternoon with her. We went out to dinner and she joined me for a clothing buying spree since I miscalculated what I had in the way of clothing here. Turns out I took almost everything with me when I left and now it's all in transit and I was without underwear. Very unpleasant, but now I have underpants and thing are much better. Walking around today I could see why Indiana is a living, breathing, joke about rednecks. I'm kinda ashamed to be from here now, but not in that Dave sort of way. I think I have actually managed to beat the jet-lag this time around, but I'll give it a few days before I gloat. Seeing the people I used to hang out with and hearing them, (and I feel bad for saying this) but, I think I need new friends. They're so depressing, it's no wonder that I've been depressed since H.S. if these are the kind of people I've been hanging out with. They're such downers, and they don't seem to see that they are the causes of most of their problems. I love 'em to death, don't get me wrong, but damn people! Get off your asses once in a while! Okay, I'm done ranting for the moment. I think I'm gonna go to bed. I need to get an early start tomorrow and I know getting up early is a trend that won't last long.

I'm back. I walked down to visit Greg today, damn I didn't realize how spongy he was/has gotten; or how unnattractive. We sat and talked for a while, it's amazing how absolutely nothing has changed. The same people are doing the same things, at Greg's the same crap was even sitting in the same place on the porch. It's wierd! There are some things though that I didn't realized that I missed. Walking down the street and suddenly smelling pine trees; actually smelling them because before it really just kinda faded into the background of all the other smells. Or hearing birds, because I haven't heard real bird song in about 10 months. Or (and this was odd) going to the grocery store and seeing no fresh fish being sold. And squirrels, there are squirrels. Okay so writing it down doesn't properly express the wierdness of it all. Gotta go Mom's Home

So here I am. I'm sitting in the airport listening to the mangled voices over the intercom and wondering how different life will be when I get home. Dammit, I sound like Dave. Gotta stop that. I saw someone I know on the airplane, which was kind of bizzare. (For Steph: I was that blonde guy we met when we went over to the barracks to see Dusty, and ended up meeting Red. The older guy whose room we were hanging out in.) It was kinda funny 'cause I recognized him right off, and he obviously couldn't remember where he recognized me from. We didn't say more than hi, since our seats weren't anywhere near each other.
I'm glad that my last few days on Guam were full of seeing the people who meant so much to me while I stayed there. The easiest way to tell who really cares is to see who shows up when you leave, and who tries to keep in touch.