Mid Way Through Spring Break

Coming home is fun, sort of. I enjoy my folks, I love them, and I thank God that He gave me to them. However, much like all other people who have this newfound adulthood, I don't always like them my folks a whole lot. I'm grateful for them, but I get exasperated by them sometimes as well. If any of you guys have been reading this site for a while, you will know that anytime I go home, I almost always have something to rant about. Well, not too much this time. Do you believe that? Yeah, to my surprise as well. It's been a good break thus far. Yet, I don't credit this pleasantness with luck, chance, or coincidence. It's taken a lot of planning and I've got this visiting thing down to a science. Here's a little secret. The shorter time you stay for a visit, the better the visit.

The past few days I've been running around the busy streets of Melbourne. Not a lot of action, but still good. I've made some cool purchases over the past few days. Nothing elegant, but cool. I'll update you on my shopping habits as soon as I get back to school. Speaking of getting back to school, I will be taking that drive tomorrow. I'm a slacker at everything. Tonight, the result of my slacking is the fact that my car is almost empty. Which means, I need to go do that. I hope to see or talk to you all later. Pray for me as I drive. Pray for our country too. With songs of love and heartache...

"Wake up, jumped out my bed. Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead. Murder was the case that they gave me. Dear God, I wonder can you save me? I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck. It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck. But that's the life of a G, I guess... It ain't nuttin like the street life. Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight. So I guess I gots ta handle mine. Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time." Lil Ghetto Boy by Dr. Dre from the album, The Chronic.