WEll, I'm home and it is just about the way I expected. I'm sick of myself. I seriously am. Why the hell does God even bother with me. Seriously, if I'd created me I'd trash me like I did when I made summin dumb out of legos and didn't want my brother to see it and make fun of it. Heck I've got all the right pieces just in the wrong order. Have you ever washed the dog to get it clean, then right after you're done he/she runs outside and rolls in the mud? Yeah thats a methaphor for me and God. GUess who's the dog? Yeap, thats right, me! I am a D O double GG. I can't seem to find my will. I can't seem to find ME! Oh well I'll get over it. I alwasy do. Maybe its school sickness and work starting again. I need to get involved in the Church here. Or set up time to read the bible here at home and pray. I miss my friends. I miss St. Mary's. I miss me. If you see where I am hiding let me know and while you're at it kick me. Alright, that is it for this post...

I don't know... I just don't.