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My blog is named

"The URL-GLITCH"

and every time I try to open my blog's page, my computer is so slow it doesn't load fully. So it's pretty much like my blog is actually URLglitched.

Well....

FUN FACT FOR YOU THERE.

ha ha I should be studying for my math test >..>

So I just saw that you started following me...

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They’re both humongous butts, so let’s take this in terms of butts. 

I'm such a procrastinator. I spent my entire day on tumblr and didn't even start on the other things I needed to get done today : /

On the plus side, tumblr is awesome, and my room smells like chocolate

I've never been a fan of nostalgia or other such fuzzy feelings. And being relatively stiff and methodical I'm not usually a fan of jumping on the old FEELS train. Because of that, last weekend got a little weird for me.

I used to live in a river valley high way town; think of all the small town stereotypes, now imagine them all taking place in one quaint prairie town. (Think Animal Crossing New Leaf quaint.)

And there, that’s pretty much my home territory for you.

Last weekend to celebrate my friends' 18th birthday I returned there for the first time in 6 months. Having lived in and around the area for a majority of my life when taking the turn down my old road I was hit with an odd twinge of nostalgia. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was definitely pungent, comparable to a sensation of garlic. (Well if you can compare emotions to garlic anyways… I guess I can, but Yeah, I should probably come up with a better comparison

... But I can't so I won't. 0:] )

I love pasta and Italian food, mainly because of Hetalia, but also because it's freaking delicious. I'm usually pretty busy, but when I can I always love cooking with garlic. This habit of mine receives a love hate reaction from my mom. Fun fact, um, ever since I was younger I've had problems smelling things (idk something wrong with my nose).  So I can only partially smell the scent of garlic.(Hey there's a fun fact for you! The random stuff you find out about me in my blogs >.> geez.)

I wouldn't really know from experience, BUT apparently, when you cook garlic it makes the whole house smell. For my mom and everyone else it’s kind of a bitter sweet experience. The house starts to massively stink, and won’t stop reminding you of the garlic on the stove, but on the plus side you also get to eat the garlic and enjoy it. But on the down side when you've finished eating, it’s gone, you've used it all.

When I first moved away I never really thought that I would miss it there, but having returned reminded me of how homesick I actually was. When I stepped out of my car I was hit with a wave of memories of the stuff I did with friends and the reminisce of my old routines, and the fact that all of it happened in the past. That I’ve used up all my days as a resident.  That I had moved on from those days and that I could never relive them again. They were gone forever.

Experiencing some of my BEST and WORST days there, it kind of made me feel raw, both happy and sad at the same time. Realizing that the time I spent there, even though I partially hated it, played a large part in what shaped me into the person I am today. (May that be for better or for worse >.> lol )

Coming back reminded me that I would never trade those experiences for anything and that

I’m not immune to nostalgia even though I’d prefer to be.

Also… that I’m a bigger sap than I thought I was…    -/-  *sigh*

After that initial bitter sweet FEELS EXPLOSION, I had a pretty fantastic weekend. The amount of food I ate was insane but delicious, and it was really awesome seeing some friends I haven’t seen in person for over six months. Never underestimate the importance of your past home town heritage, or the value of the people you met there.

I’ll stop now. Thanks for reading all the way through ^-^ *bye*

  Peace, Love, and all that Junk.

  . JAY .

- Luke Triton PLCP Project

A line I wrote for one of my scripts. I was planning on recreating a parody to one of my favorite  video games Professor Layton and the Curious Village- I probably wrote around 60 pages but had to stop for school reasons.