Meet me under the tree.

Ive been counting every second as it's passed for the past coupe months. waking up evry morning, wishing it where October. then wishing it were the next week. Then the next day. Now finally; all that's left; is one more day of wishing. one more day of hoping the time would pass faster. i feel like i'm back in Geometry class, last period on a friday before a long weekend. tuning out everything but the sound of the ticks of the hand on the clock. i have an unexplainable erg to break into dance at the drop of a hat... Why? because tomorrow morning, im riding my bike to a train that will take me to a bus that will take me to Rochester, NY..Now i'm sure The Rochester area is great, but i could care less about settings and seanery. Its the people who live in the area that bring me there. An Extraordinarily magnificent few, who mean anything and everything to me. A posse reunion of sorts, it will be. id say im excited. but that's an understatement. i don't think they make words for it. It's like trying to tell a stranger about rock n' roll. its like Christmas. only warmer. and without the reindeer. and a few other notable differences. Typing is drivig me crazy. i need to spin around and smile. I'll be there when you make it home.