boo bad attitudes.

my dad has cancer.

i know he's doing fine and still has his hair (for now) but its still rough.

never in a million years did i think my dad, my dad, would ever get cancer. he's like super man. i know this is cheesy and lots of kids think that about their parents, but in all reality he is. he can do literally anything you ask of him, except maybe helping you put on a bracelet or necklace; his fingers are too big for the clasp!

i was just home not even 3 weeks ago and i feel bad i haven't been home yet. i had an opportunity to go home this past weekend cause its a long weekend, but i didn't take it. i mean i was just home the weekend before. but now i realize maybe i should have. next weekend i can't because glee has a concert at a church on sunday.

i know my dad doesn't mind I'm not home, he knows I'm learning a lot and having a good time, i just sometimes wish things could go back to the way they were....

before i knew all my friends here, before i knew where i was living, before i knew how tasty panini's are at the union, before i got accepted to OSU, before i even applied! i wish i could go back to the days when i was a little kid, just running around the house with my dad.the days when my dad actually stayed up later than i did, watching tv, laughing when i was in bed.  times were so simple then....

and to top all this off, everyone has been in a weird mood all weekend, putting me in a funk. boo bad attitudes.