To Return

One of my favorite artists is Chevelle, here are the lyrics to their song, "To Return."

To return to the cold
It isn't much fun
To touch the trees no one has known
Go rest your head
Cause you can't miss this
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Now despair moves in so close
Too many years free at last
He didn't know so learned to speak
He clears his throat
Cause you can't miss this
[Chorus]
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what's left
Of this child, so weak
Sorry, changes, trample the plan
Death, stores, victims
Once more
Keep on burnin' through the noose
To return, to the cold
It isn't much, but I'm free at last

It is one of my favorite songs from that album, but that's besides the point. The point is the last two lines of the song. I'll be touching down at DFW at 8:00pm Sunday night, and, dear God, it can't come soon enough. My family has totally driven me off the edge, and the very idea of Arizona makes me angry, and I am not an angry person. I miss the moisture, the grass, the trees, the privacy, the people (even the people that think they're cool rappers at 4 in the morning and would like to let the whole world know), especially my friends, and above all else, I miss Kristen so much.

But I've got plenty of music and stuff to keep me busy on what will be the LONGEST airplane ride of my life.


But what did I accomplish in Arizona? Well, spent a little time with my family (they say not enough, I say way too much.) I saw some movies, hung out with friends, did some laser tag, and royally pissed off my parents when I asked for the billionth time to take my car with me over winter break. They pulled the whole "If you do it, we stop helping you pay for college" card.

"Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny" was a very, very strange movie. I didn't really care for it much, but it had its moments. It was an odd combination of my kind of humor, mixed with a very profane, perverse, and otherwise MORONIC kind of humor. But it was like the good ol' days -- seeing the latest movie (which always happens to be the stupidest) with all my friends.

"Flushed Away" was amazing! It was so funny -- to little children, to kids, to teens, to people like me, and even to my parents! I would highly reccommend this one. And I know I butchered that word.



Yeah, so, I just can't wait to be back in Arlington, where I'm pretty sure I belong. Either that or San Diego. But San Diego doesn't have Kristen. Although... it DOES have some pretty tasty churros. Mmm... churros... Oh! Sorry, got distracted there for a second. Wait, it's a blog, how do I get distracted in my own blog? Oh my God, I'm babbling. Here we go, picture! Then... publish!