God, thank You for such good friends.
thank You for giving me people who i mean enough to so that they would bring me home with them for spring break.
this trip has come at the perfect time...
i don't know what it will be like.
i don't have a clue what's going to happen... and i'm perfectly happy with that.
this is what i need. something new. something i've never known before. something...
to change into...
so needless to say, regardless of what will happen it is what i need.
entry 2. (mon, mar 24 - 8:17 a.m.)
there only two occasions when gas station coffee tastes good:
1. when you go to quick trop to grab something to drink between classes.
2. when you're on a road trip (preferably when the snow has covered the median on the freeway and is trailing off from each shoulder into the lightly frosted distance...)
but it's never about the taste in these occasions...
the taste is something that in itself is created in the memories that are created in such events.
there is just something incredible that happens during road trips.
kind of like windmills...
it's not something that you can pinpoint or figure out what it is. it's just something that is there. the fact that something spontaneous is happening. you never know what's about to happen.
your guards are down, your up to anything, and you're just free...
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