History repeats itself.

I was an asshole today.  What's worst than being an asshole, is knowing that you're being an asshole and not making an effort to stop.  Definitely woke up wrong today, immediately angry.  Maybe its because I hate the dentist...

My dad shampooed the carpet today.  I remember at our old house, he shampooed the carpet, and it was just him, my sister, and me at home, and while he shampooed, my sister and I sat on the couch in the kitchen and watched Ferris Bueller with TV fuzz.  That was the first time we watched that movie.

Also went to get some dorm stuff today.  Pillows, bed sheets... man.  How am I supposed to take all that out?  Man, I'll need an army to help me move in.  This is horrible.  I hate moving.  And I hate first days. 

Speaking of first days and moving, when I was coming down the stairs this morning, I felt like it was Andover.  You know, that place and this place are like two different worlds, and then they're not.  Its just different.  I wish I could explain it, but I guess its more of a feeling than a sentence.  That was kind of like dorm life...except my room was pretty bare except for my stack of empty plastic water bottles by my desk, and two pictures I hung up.  Other than that...pretty bare.  And I had to lug my bed sheets and luggage all the way to my dorm on the first day.  That was agony.  Crossing the street and everything.  My fingers almost lost blood flow.  I remember it like it was yesterday and it makes me feel sad when I think about it.  Man.

I'm getting all nostalgic again.  It seems like I haven't felt like this in forever.  Its like a disease in your bones.  You can't get rid of it.  It's a virus.