I cannot wait to call you, And tell you that I landed somewhere

"Ive been counting every second as it's passed for the past coupe months. waking up evry morning, wishing it where [Noverber*]. 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."