Blog 2

As I was complaining to Sarah about having to write my blog today, I realized that I am making it extremely difficult on myself. If would just start Monday and write a little bit every day before it is due, then I would not have so much work to due on Sunday. So my plan for the rest of the semester is to write a little bit every day about something, anything that comes to mind, but until then I am going to ramble.
I am writing this blog while I am in mild pain. When I went to sit down in my desk chair I hit my head on my loft. I think it hurt so badly because I was not expecting it and I just turned around and hit my head. To make things worse two of my friends were in the room, Chad and Zach. They could tell it hurt because they did not laugh at all which I am highly surprised about and rather impressed. So if something does not make since in this blog, blame it on my head hurting and not my lack of writing skills.
This weekend I went to Smithfield because my girlfriend, Sarah, wanted to see her parents. So I being the amazing boyfriend I am, decided to take her home this weekend. When I got home I expected to feel like I was at home and feel that comforting feeling that you have when you are home. As soon as I pulled in the driveway I knew that it would not be the same. I felt like I was visiting my grandparents, and I did not feel like I was home at all. To my surprise Sarah felt the same way. While I was getting ready for bed I thought to myself: “Why do I not feel at home?” I had my answer quick. I am growing up and 30 Faye Drive is no longer my home. My new home is Blacksburg, Virginia. I know it sounds corning and stupid, but when I got to my dorm room I felt a since of relief to be back. I felt like I was home.
Although I did not feel at home, I enjoyed seeing my parents and spending time with them. When I got home I was greeted in the driveway with my mom’s smiling face. She knew I was going to bring my laundry, but she had to pretend like she did not expect me too. That night my parents, Mike and Susan, and I watch some of the US Open and talked and enjoyed each other’s company. They asked all the expected questions: “How is college life?” How are classes?” “Are you going to enjoy it there?” ,and the big question “Have you been to any parties?” The answers to these questions are very simple” “Good,” “They are okay,” “Yes,” and “Of course not, a good Christian boy like me would not indulge in such behavior!” Then I quickly changed the subject. I do miss my parents, but it is nice to be on my own and to be completely responsible for everything that I do.
On Saturday we just bummed around the house. My dad and I washed his truck and my car, both of which need to be cleaned badly. I had to use compound to get some kind of glue off the bottom of my car. The finger I used to scrub is a little sore and is sensitive to anything touching it, so I am being careful not to hit it too hard while I am typing. My mom and I took some food to a family down the road whose mom had just gotten out of the hospital. That night we watch Sharipova get beat by a seventeen year old American named Oundia. We also watched one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen. If you ever have a chance to watch the Mist, come up with a good lie to get you out of watching it. It was suppose to be scaring, but I did not jump once and I laughed at how stupid people were. Then we had to watch a horrific and terrible thing on television. Virginia Tech loose to Alabama. It would have been fine if we lost if we played well, but we played horrible last night. I looked like our players gave up in the last quarter. It was nice to see that someone from my high school play well. Dyrell Roberts played pretty well.
Before I left today, I got to see one of my friends who is going to James Madison University. Daniel, who has been one of my best friends since I moved to Smithfield in ninth grade, stopped by my house this morning. It was nice seeing him. We talked about school some, questioned each other why we were back so soon, and had our awkward man hug. I said my goodbyes to my parents and then pick up Sarah, where her parents tried to pressure me into coming back every week, but they we just joking around. After I picked up Sarah we started on our long five and a half hour drive back to Virginia Tech.
The weekend was good, but I will miss my parents and I do miss the feeling of being at home when I am actually home. I am comforted by the support from my parents and knowing that I can always depend on them whenever I need them.
I am looking forward to this week. We do not have English class. Not that I do not like the class, it will just give me more time to get things done and to work on this fabulous paper we have been assigned. I am not sure if Julia reads all of our blogs, but I hope she does not take that as sucking up to her. Well I am excited to start next week’s blog tomorrow and I will try to make it enjoyable or someone to read. I hope everyone’s weekend was great.

Go Hokies!!!!!!!!!