So it's finally october break. The first third (kinda) of school is over, the leaves are falling off the trees, and i continue to write blogs. Tomorrow i leave for Miami, FL. As much as i wish i could be 100% euphoric right at this moment - in about 48 hours, i'll be swimming with Gary Hall Jr. + Sr., i'll be able to eat american fast food again, i'll pop into CVS whenever i feel like it and i'll be experiencing the sweet Florida sunshine, while everyone here in Switzerland is freezing their asses off - there's a certain bitter-sweetness about this picture.
I do get to leave the (surprisingly sunny) Basel, and be embraced by the States again (HAHA!) but i am after all, leaving my tokepi behind. Although he's leaving for Majorca (asshole) on Monday, it still feels like i've been punched in the stomach by Mohammed Ali, puked, then forced to eat my own vomit and as a result have really bad indigestion, due to the stomach acid I ingested.
Let's not do a Michelle McPherson and beat around the bush:
I'm going to miss him. Legitimately. Beyond doubt. And now i'm starting to sound like Nick Berna, going on and on about how god is the answer to everything. Well, i guess in my case, he is the answer to my everything. And by 'he', i obviously am NOT referring to god.
(just for the record, i refuse to write god with a capitol G)
The word love is not to be used lightly, but this situation calls for heavy measures.
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28/08/09
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