Thanksgiving weekend, the weekend to give thanks to all the great things in your life, and to be happy that you’re alive and you’ve survived another year. From the start, I knew that it would be an event-filled weekend, how could it not? I had so many things planned all on top of each other.

The weekend started out great, thursday ended up being a small get-together of most of the people that I had associated myself with in Senior Year. It was nice seeing those familiar faces again. Sitting in our side room/appt thing, it was as if we’d never left for college. I felt like nothing had changed.

It’s weird too, that feeling that nothing has changed. I felt myself reverting into an old me. Turning back into another person that I forgot had existed. The way I act here and the way I act now … so many differences than that person that left for college a couple months ago. I think being away from my mother has caused this. I found myself trying to mould myself back into the person i had been for so long. But it wasn’t working out that way. In the end, I suppose the’ll all just have to accept me the way I am.

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Friday we had yet another get together, with a couple new faces this time. Once again it was nice to be with everybody. It was like all our pleasant times put together again. Just sitting around and talking about everything that came to mind. I forgot how much I missed that familiar group.

Later on that day I drove 45 minutes with two friends up to Belmont/San Mateo area to see Waylan and then dropped my friends off at the Hillsdale mall as Waylan and I went to visit James. Waylan looked in good spirits, just a little tired and bruised up. I wanted to hug him really hard but was kind of afraid of hurting him.

I think the most anticipated part of my weekend was seeing James. I was the first person to call him in the hospital I think. I was almost afraid to see him. Afraid to see that he was hurt. But it ended up being OK. He was really tired and out of it. He looked even more hurt than I imagined. I didn’t know that he had had such bad head injuries… seeing the staples in his skull made me hurt for him. His hand was bandaged up, so I didn’t see hte worst of it. I could only see the tips of his fingers — but even there there were stitches peeping out on his fingers.

I wanted to stay for as long as I could. I wanted to talk to him and just be with him. I wanted to hold his hand and hug him. I missed him so much more when I was there with him. And even more after. It’s weird how that works, huh?

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Saturday I chilled with Jesse for a while. That was pretty tight. I hope I get to see him often when I get back to SJ. He’s got some crazy ass stories to tell. =D And I found out what “camel toe” means. YAY! I feel like I am more knowledgable with the world now.

Then it was family time with my mom and my brother. Thats as it always is. I’d rather not talk about it.

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Went home yesterday. Never drove that much before in my whole life. Made me scared because i realized that was the same trip that my friends got in an accident during. Sigh. At least I’m not too afraid of driving anymore. =] only slightly scared.

I need to do homework now, so I’ll write more about my thoughts later. =] muah.