家雪、家行き？

Just thought that that was funny. Slightly.

I'm worried about whether I'll get home. Snow is in the forecast, but so far United hasn't cancelled my flight for tomorrow. Neither has America West for David's flight.

The wonder of snow. I await you.

Why aren't there any songs of revolution, of compassion, of friendship in the US? In that respect, I enjoy Japanese music. Nostalgic songs--to hometowns, to families, to whatever it may be--are seemingly more commonplace and more popular in Japan.

Lack of appreciation? Lack of history? are these the reasons for this occurence?

I wonder about the US sometimes. I feel as if I'm losing faith and hope in the country I was born in.

Faith seems to be lacking in my life. I'm ready to go home and throw the towel in on this year. But a part of me, some part of me, says don't give up, even now. I want to make something happen. I want to light things on fire! I want to change shit, and blow up. I want my life to blow up...not in the suicide bomber way...but in the way you hear a song blow up on the radio, like that damn James Blunt song, or The Fray! I want my life to BLOW UP!

Struggle, it is in happiness I find struggle. I don't know if that makes sense. But I feel strangly attracted to that way of saying it.