Then and Now

So I was studying in the Hastings Branch Library today and I was struck with a memory flashback type thing. I think I’ve repressed this, but every school day in middle school I walked a little over a mile to this same library and hung out there until my mom got off work and picked me up. I remember how much it sucked at the time. Everyone else would take the bus, or get picked up, or walk home. I had to walk my ass uphill to the library of all places and wait till 6 or later for my mom. Anyhow, who would have thought that 15 years or so later I’d be back there again, reading and doing homework? It’s amazing how little the place has changed; it’s exactly the same, except that it seems way smaller. Maybe I’m over analyzing, but maybe all that time in the library shaped me somewhat into someone who enjoys quiet reading and alone time, and taught me to entertain myself. On the other hand, maybe it just made me a dork. I could go into more psychobabble, but I’m over it. Just be happy I made a new entry.

Oh but, don’t fear, I’m still finding time to party. tom and I bar hopped from chang’s, to the yardhouse, to vive, to red white and blues, to the crown, to red buddah. Good times.