A year away.

It was like I wasn’t even there. I don’t remember even seeing my sister, by the end, I didn’t even say goodbye, she was sleeping. I was in New York City. I was by myself, I was with James, I don’t even know I have a sister.

I couldn’t totally go with how close Leslie and Chris (the relatives I’m staying with now in Pennsylvania) are to God. I hear what they’re saying, I believe it, then I wake up the next morning and it’s gone. It’s like a wall and they threw tomatoes and most of it dripped off.

I like the general ideas. I told Sarah this morning that she’d be proud of me, I’m “questioning my faith”. She laughed, but not loudly.

I’m listening to Metallica on their computer, “King of the Day”, I love it. I’m now going to put on “For Whom The Bell Tolls”.

I also found a great deal at Virgin Megastore – Times Square: Michael Jackson Number Ones (18 songs) – Ten Dollars. I also want my CD’s back from Tess when I get back. Ehc.

Now Postal Service “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight”. Today is the one year anniversary of Jenn being weird.

They (Chris and Leslie) said real hate is total indifference. In a way, I guess I feel real about Jenn. Just don’t care anymore.

(Went from Beck, to Ben Folds, Counting Crows, and that’s all I remember.)

I got pissed on in Times Square.