border patrol...

So I'm back in New Baltimore for the weekend... which feels really odd, it's my first time home since the semester started. But I've already been confronted with the comforts of home... low flying planes from the airbase, Starbucks with Scotty and of course, border patrol. I realized today that I've been seeing border patrol hanging around the NB area forever, but I never really realized why they are here. That makes me sound crazy, obviously I live on the edge of the state, dangerously close to the Canadian border (and maybe I've crossed it illegally before, but that's neither here nor there)... I guess I just never saw the threat of Canadians hopping the border.

The last few weeks have been ridiculous. I'm trying to pull my shit together though, I'd give anything to get out of this funk I seem to have fallen into. Good news? I'm making my Halloween Costume for next weekend and it's Cruella Di Vil. I'm stoked. I really just have to find a crazy black dress from a thrift store and I'm golden.

Peace out.