its 420 am (lol) and i am lying awake in bed thinking of all the things i will miss the most when i leave for college. luckily (and unluckily), i will not be far from home, albeit, it doesn’t prevent me from this sudden onset of nostalgia and slight grief.

the first thing that comes to mind after my mother, father and sister, is my bird. i suppose for me, it’s like leaving a son behind in the bleak abyss he must consider my house (if birds are capable of such cognition), bearing in mind i am the only one who truly cares for him, and his only companions left are a cat, a dog, and a sister who would much rather watch the food network than tend to the needs of a cockatiel. it is to my understanding that the inception of change brings about feelings similar to the ones i am experiencing now, and will subside once i am settled. i guess for the time being, i will give myself ulcers over how much i will miss my little baby. it’s too bad birds aren’t proficient in the art of web-caming that is so popular among distant people now days….or are they??

DUN, DUN, DUNNNNNNN