I ain't changed but I know I ain't the same

I am in the comfort of my Patchogue bed. This mattress is the shit. I always sleep well in it. I invite all of my readers to cuddle with me on this bed at some point in their lives. Melany has added lots of pillows too, so it's that more enjoyable. I also don't have to switch into rock climbing gear with boots and hooks and that lever/pully system to sleep. I simply sit down. It's nice.

Being home. What has that brought me so far? Well, pretty much the second I walked through the door, I was out going to Andrew's house. I had his mommy's lasagna which was delish and the garlic bread which was a fucking blessing from the gods. We hung out and laughed about dumb shit (like usual) then Britt came over and we went to Starbucks. Remind me to pay Palma back. Thanks. It most def felt like old days driving everyone around to crazy places. haha. Back at his place, I showed them things I have learned on youtube and even redtube. And meatspin. Yeah. It was a good time. Thumbs up, 6'5". Britt left and Andrew and I had a hella dance party and I discovered that I've misplaced lots of my old rythym. I say misplace because it's not lost; it's still in me somewhere, I just have to find it, ya know? It's good stuff. I didn't leave until 3ish and I went back home to shower the sweat and blood away. I then went on the compooper and talked to Billy for an hour. That was cool. Billy boy, I'm not sure what I'm gonna do about the dog situation. I told Tobie to chill and wait for Olive, but I dont know if he can. Maybe your leg is the only thing he's pining for and he wants you, not Olive. I just don't know.

I'm hella tired. I didn't go to sleep until 7am. Granted it's 3pm, but I be sleepy. I want to go running today. I kinda want to go back to Hofstra. I think there comes a point for all Freshman where school is home and home has less significance. When the year started I loved going home and seeing friends and all that nonsense. I'm happy to be home and I'm sure after a day or two, I'll be pro-Patchogue, but for now I'm all Hofstra because of the friends I've made. I had Dave withdrawls last night which is kinda sad, especially considering that I can't stand him :) and I wanted to chill with Karen and Sam and have Matt smack the shit out of me and put me back in line like the bitch I am. Oy. Is this sad? Or is this growing up?

Last night/ this morning I had a dream where I woke up and went "oh snap." Ever had that dream that was so real that you could feel it in and on your body? So real that you could have sworn that it happened? Well, that feeling happened twice. I'm assuming that this dream is triggered by feelings somewhere. Oy. Someone just slap me around and call me a Silly Sally. I wont go into details (like I ever do) but I was certainly swept off my feet and I felt a burning in my chest which traveled to my toes. Sad? Sorta. Crazy? Most def. Scary? Fuck yes.

I smell so fucking amazing right now. Like holy shit. I showered last night (which helps, I suppose) and when I finally put clothes on (after sitting in a towel for an hour) my shirt smelt so fucking amazing. Then I added some lotion and I am bangin. I am so sorry that you all can't sit next to me so you can sniff the wowness that is Fran. I'm a fucking boquet of flowers, bitches. Shakespeare could write a sonnet about my scent. Seriously. I'm making these sheets smell beautiful. I dont want to excercise in fear of losing the great sniffs I get from myself-- I'm turning myself on. Wow. I feel famous like the Queen or Julia Roberts or Mikhail Gorbachev.

I hate paid programming. I slept on the couch for a bit this morning and tried to find a good movie or show to watch so I could fall asleep. We have crazy channels and not one thing was on. Well, that's not true...but nothing good (with the exception of The Magic School Bus). There were hella crazy advertisements for bullshit that no one wants. I only have one favorite paid programming...program...and that's for the Magic Bullet. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? The overly animated Australian and the cracked-out lady with teeth like a picket fence shoving mixtures into something the size of my fist and making gourmet meals with it? And the "random" people that they gathered to taste what they made. The fat, bald guy in a robe and the old chain-smoking lady who sounds like Frank pre-op? It's absolutely hysterical because they put anything in the Magic Bullet: brocolli, cheese and milk; carrots and zucchini; pretzels and dog food; cigarette butts and pig knuckles; period blood and beans. Just crazy. I bet a baby would be delicious in a Magic Bullet. Add some oregano and Pepsi...and feta cheese! Yummmmmmm. Wow. Now I'm drooling. I haven't had a good baby to eat in a long time. Hofstra's Student Center doesn't sell them; not even on the Chinese food line.

I want to get drunk soon. Jon, can you take care of that? Thanks.

I guess I should go and stop smelling so wonderful. I'll ruin the wonderfullness and be productive. I have slept the day away.

Thank you to all of my friends who have been there for me and have listened to my bullshit and aren't dumb and crazy. Love you all.

Someone remind me to wish my bro-bro a Happy Birfday.


If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away