Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

I've been waiting for your letter forever it seems. It's so nice to get mail, it reminds you that someone is thinking about you. This week feels like it is dragging on too long. I'm ready for the weekend, these has been one shitty week. I really need some hugs from my mom.

Like I keep telling you I wouldn't trade what we went through for the world. I gained so much more than perspective from that experience. It was life changing in a good way. It has become one of those defining moments in my life. I am not ashamed to talk of those time, because of them I am a stronger person. Since I survived that ordeal I can make it through anything, at least I like to think so. Besides, how many people can say that they live with two people who are now in prison 20 to life.

I look forward to out phone calls at this point they are the highlights of my week. I'm surprised to hear myself saying that I can't wait to go back to Grand Junction. I've looked forward to leaving for so long (like the whole time I lived there) that it's pretty anti-climatic living here. After so much excitement it's such a let down. So far the only benefit is that it only takes me about 30 minutes to get to practice and starting this week I'm staying at Roy's house, who is only about 10 minutes away to lessen the stress of Denver driving. It works out well because he won't be using his bed since he'll be at work.

I still haven't found the stationary I want, whatever it looks like. Letter writing is a dying are so I guess making stationary sets meant for handwritten letters isn't as profitable, which is really sad. People should try to more it's better than I remember it.

Job hunting sucks and I'm horrible at it. Guess I'll get plenty of practice in the coming years. I've never really had to look far for a job before. Than again I've only had two, on of which was handed to me. At least I'll have my job at Elbert soon teaching 4th and 5th graders how to dance ballet. It's only two hours a week but it's a little dent in that 10 hours a week I need. Only 4/5 left, lovely.

Today I was almost late to class because I'd spent the night with Roy and traffic was bad, I should have known it would be at 8am. After class I went to the campus bookstore to buy a folder for my English class and while I was there I completed my ever shrinking pen collection because I keep losing they and bought a car for Melissa. When I got back to the dorm I tried to do homework but my mind is restless and I can hardly hold a thought in my head. When I finally started my reading for Literature and Ethics I managed to read fifteen pages before I couldn't see the words anymore and took a nap.

I missed dinner but I'll make sure to catch breakfast tomorrow. The food is good here when they feel like adding some variety and make stuff I want to eat. I used to love the salad bar but it's lacking the kidney beans and chick peas I like now. They have been replaced with gross combination resembling a bean salad. My saving grace is that I'm not as picky as I used to be. Unfortunately, my Achilles heel is onions and they like to put them in everything, much like Palisade and green chilies which I also can't stand. Since the dining hall staff has no need to impress anymore my meals consists of mostly pizza, fries , a boring salads, and maybe (hopefully) something more exciting like the spinach/egg pie thing I ate today for lunch which I absolutely loved. Soon I'm going to end up as a vegetarian because I most appealing food has no meat.

Earlier today I was on a search for the song from Garden State's trailer. Once I found out the title and artist I downloaded it off of Limewire. I've been listening to it all day. It's a nice, happy song that makes me feel all warm which is a very welcome change.

Yesterday I learned how to make my computer type Japanese I'm still trying to find a way to integrate that into my studying, maybe it'll make it more appealing. I have a really big teat tomorrow and I think my study buddy forgot about me. Oh well, I need to learn how to do they myself too.

Love,
BreathingNow