this imploding heart

I'm the perfect boy

Hey! Remember that paper that took me nearly my entire 23rd year to motivate myself to finish? I got it back, and Merlin the Invisible Professor gave me a 3.7. Not bad, but it kind of pisses me off that he doesn't proofread his responses to mailed in assignments, frequently starts new sentences right in the middle of old ones, and misspells like he's drunk. Go, Merlin! Teach the Children!

I'm going to a wedding in my home town on the 17th. It's being held at the camp by the river that all the elementary schools rented for field day every Spring, and all the local churches rented for church camp every summer. It's a few blocks from the house I grew up in. -The house my mother is trying to pack up and move out of after 35 years.- This may be my last trip to Post Falls for a very long time, and I'm spending it in the neighborhoods and forests I know best.