( two really funny jokes that you should read )

i'm on the verge.
i miss home [the smell of home], my matress, my mom, caitlin, mochas [before being employed there, and also before the "unfortunate" fire accident], big boy, floyd,[i know its strange], knowing where exactly im going, homecooked meals [and dinner convesations with the right people], being ADD with my mom, driving to calm myself down, knowing which roads i can speed on, the stability, being single [but i love being taken], being young enough to use it as an excuse, faking sick, watching casey trample over people, buying clothes [and not feeling really guilty], parking sideways in the driveway, fisher park, soccer fields, speedway [way cheaper cigarettes and way friendlier faces], the magenta carpet in my room, playing the piano, playing the guitar, I-96 & M-5 [not haggerty], familiar faces, leo's coney island [and their chilli cheese fries], good slurrpy selection, tarrah scheets, wonderland lanes, smoking inside, the back porch, groceries, late mornings, the MJR theme song [im not gonna lie, it really is more fun], not walking anywhere, two bathrooms, .s.p.a.c.e., going 64+ down benstein [having obtainable goals], the lakes, 12 oaks, jerry springer at 1:35, wasting time, good advice [derricks pretty good at it though], the "dent" in caitlins car, the kitchen table, and the free laundry.

i don't miss solicitors, slow internet connection, mochas [during and after employment], traffic, walled lake central, animal hair all over, unscented laundry detergent, vicious chaldeans [no offense], high school drama, minute music, or mrs. rashid.

i'm glad i'm here, but constantly wishing i were somewhere else. does that make sense?

today is a good day. it's my dads birthday, and to make it things even better, ASHLEY ELAINE came out to the lovely mount pleasant tonight!

i saw fight club (most of it-to be continued later) today, thanks to peach :0)    AND the primere of the bachelor is on as we speak.

today was a good day.

but i feel like i'm stuck in the middle of something i don't want to be stuck in the middle of. this is everything i was afraid of. i can not choose between you and my family, and i know how horrible that sounds, but i can't do it. it's not that i wouldn't choose my family in a second, because obviously i'm not that incredibly selfish, but i hate having to sleep in the same room as him and not be able to sleep next to him. thats the only reason im not coming home on friday. and i didnt think it would be a big deal, and it probably isn't, but i still feel like everyone is mad at me, or dissappointed in me or something. i don't know. i feel like a bad daughter.

but i'm had a good day. i'm having a good night, and i'm hanging out with derrick and ashley.

so i'm parked in the wrong parking lot because my parking lot is like, a mile away, and i've been too lazy to take my car there, because i know i'd have to walk back, and today, the 6 other freshmen that were parked in the same wrong lot as me all got tickets. but i, lindsey welch, did NOT. God loves me.

i have to go read and eat strawberry wafers. lata.