The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

My First Good Home Coming
Listening to: Megalomaniac by Incubus

WARNING: LONG ENTRY!!!

I first off would like to start out by saying: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBO!!! Our good friend Bob is 19 today ^_^. He can now legally buy porn yet! -_- Well, I guess nothing has changed except the fact that he has been officialy a member of this place we call Earth for a whole year more. Happy birthday bro!

This weekend was AMAZING!!! I will start from the beginning to keep people hopefully on the same page as I am.

Friday my Granpa drove me an hour from home to the train station, because last week I took 4 1/2 hours out of my life to mow his lawn. But that is not the reason I was there. I was on my way accross the state to see Molly for her homecoming. By myself. Alone.

Friday it was pouring. Cloudy and dreary. Kinda fitting being I didn't sleep the night before really. Up all night playing videogames. I waited outside of the trainstation because it was closed and locked. I was worried my bus wasn't going to show there like mom said it would. Lucky for me there was a girl my age sitting out there waiting for the same bus. Her and I kept each other company. Grandpa sat in the car and napped. The bus was over an hour late. When I did get on the bus there was absolutely no room. Not even for my luggage under the bus. So I sat in the middle of the aisle on my luggage untill we got to the next bus stop where everyone got off the bus. The day took a turn and made me realize this world is incredibly small. As I finally took my place in a seat, I looked up to see a friend I haven't seen in months. It was Charles! He was on his way home from Michigan Tech (which is WAAAAAY up north in the U.P.) Bizaar. On the same bus, at the same time, as me.

I finally arrived in Kalamazoo. I was supposed to wait there for 2 hours but being my bus was late I ended up having only 40 minutes to do what I needed to. First of all I was starving. I hadn't eaten in like 20 hours and I was going on no sleep. I ran down the road (lugging my luggage behind me) to the McDonalds and ate lunch in the corner of the restaurant. I then made my way back to the trainstation and asked about the stops my train was to be making. The reason for this was I was taking a train to Detroit, and Molly's house is closer to Ann Arbor and even closer to Pontiac. For whatever reason she didn't bother to ask me to get a train ticket to Pontiac or Ann Arbor, even weeks before ordering them knowing I was planning on getting one to Detroit. Sure... simple mistake, but her parents told her to tell me. Aiy... she made it up to me though >,< Anyways, I found out that the last stop was Pontiac, after I had to get off in Detroit. So I called her dad collect and let him know where I planned on getting dropped off at.

My train was 30-40 minutes late. I ended up sitting outside under the lean-to and playing phase 10 with a guy and girl. My train arrived and tired, I boarded it. As I walked through the train I was looking for a quiet seat for just myself. No luck. I was taken by suprise when 2 cute girls asked if I wanted to sit with them. They had a 4 seater box and I sat down accepting their offer. They were roomates riding the Amtrak for the first like I had when I went to Chicago. One was heading home to Dearborne MI and the other to Kalamazoo MI. I asked the conductor as he passed by if it was possible to jump off at Ann Arbor instead of Detroit because it was closer to my destination and he said yeah. I explained my predicament to the girls and they told me I could use their cell phone to call Molly's dad and let him know I was jumping off in Ann Arbor. For their assistance and offer to sit with them, I drew them both a drawing and autographed it. They both liked my art work and it was the least I could do for them. While on the train, people sitting around us asked to see my sketch book and comics and eventaully I had half the cart looking at it. I hope my site recieves some hits. On the way there, while drawing, I pulled out my portable DVD player and we watched 50 First Dates.

So I arrived in Ann Arbor and I jumped off the train. I took a quick glance around and I didn't spot Molly. I turned to ask the conductor about boarding there in Ann Arbor Sunday with a Detroit-Kalamazoo ticket and he said it was cool. While talking to him I felt somebody cling to me and I smled knowing perfectly who it was. *lol* I glanced over my shoulder to see my girlfriend dressed like a hooker. Turning back to the conducter, I tried hiding a big smile. I couldn't help wonder if he was thinking:

"Uh... this kid has a teenie hooker attatched to him... WHOA!" As we walked away I was laughing my ass off on the inside.

She had her best friend Kelli with her. We loaded up into their new vehicle. I forget the name? The ride back was defintely interesting. If I didn't know any better I would have thought my girlfriend was on the road to being lesbian. I knew better though. She and Kelli were just like my friend Jessika and Christina. "HEY GIRLFRIEND!" as those two would have it. I even had to fight for one of Molly's arms. Wow, what a challenge.

On the way back, Jeff her dad, picked up the cell phone and started ordering pizzas. I shouted in happiness "DUCK LAKE PIZZA!" I knew it too. It is the best pizza on earth. It even sat out over night on the table and I was happy to eat it for lunch the next day because damn, GREAT PIZZA!

That night, I sat down with Molly and we cuddled up and watched Fragle Rock. One of the .... well, its corny really, but really cool muppet show from way back when I was a kid. We then watched Dracula 2000 which I remember sorta watching at Jareds house last year. You know... one of those nights. Party hang out. Well it was time for her and Kelli to go upstairs and go to bed. Molly stayed down for a little while extra and her and I spent some personal time together ^_^.

I fell asleep and the next morning at about 8 Molly came down and crawled into bed with me. She was leaving at 8:30 to go with Kelli to go get their hair done. *sigh* girls.... paying $40 to get their hair done. Sadly she left me and went and got her hair done. I slept and slept and slept untill I was woken up to her and Kelli going "Awwwwwwww he is so cuteeeeeeeeee!" I smirked and opened one eye. It was 11:30. I still felt exhausted. Molly, graceful Molly, hurt her ankle because she missed the last step. She rolled it. I know what its like really well. :-( Oh how sad I am too. I hate seeing her in pain.

That day we watched Dirty Dancing. You know, for a chick flick, it was really good. Then again, I am a watcher of chick flicks and it drives Josh and David crazy. Like Tuck Everlasting and The Wedding Planner... movies I actually liked and they ripped on me. >,< I went upstairs afterwords and started to work on Molly's computer. Sadly, my program wouldn't install onto the blasted thing to clean the registry (which is my convinced source of her problems). So I did the best I could cleaning it up and catching some spyware. Hopefully it runs some what better until her dad goes out and buys a new computer.

I love spending time with Molly this weekend. It was great. I never get bored with hanging out with her. Even if we are doing nothing I am having a great time with her. She is so beautiful and 90% of the time, I can expect kisses from her.

We were expecting a bunch of people to show up at Molly's house before Homecoming. Her friends Matt, Eric, and Leslie were expected. Kelli was going with Matt to HC, and Eric and Leslie were going. We also had Matt's little brother and his date. We got our pictures taken (which I will probably never see any of) and we went to dinner. Dinner was great. Outback steak house. I ordered a shrimp and fries special plater and Molly got some noodle chicken shrimp thing. At dinner, Dave and his date were there. Dave was the guy at Prom that sat accros the table from me and we threw rolls at each other. I believe his dates name was Amanda. Dinner was great. I alays have fun with all of them. Matt is a favorite of mine. Leslie too. I don't know Eric to well but he seems like the smart, cynical, sarcastic, protective type who doesn't say much of anything. Still he is a nice guy.

After dinner the girls wanted Dairy Queen. All of us guys at the same time moaned and questioned "HOW!?" But we did anyways and we had a lot of fun while there. I skipped around and taunted Kelli, which seemed to be a lot of fun cause she battled back.

The dance was great. Again, the playlist kinda sucked... especially being a Catholic School dance.... they played all Rap and HipHop with mucho grindage. Well, when in Rome, do what the Romans do right? I was kinda sad though becuase they played 7 slow dance songs I believe and one I had to give Molly up to some ... guy. They also didn't play "our" song even after being requested a few times. The appearance of the dance was great (an arabian desert theme) and so was Molly. So beautiful as always. I was Aladdin and she was my Princess Jasmine. I held her tight and close all night. I never wanted to let her go. Even though we were both sweaty from the dancing amongst 200 other peoples body heat, we always seemed to kiss and hold each other tight. 3 1/2 hours of grind dancing and moving. It's more then a work out, its a body destroyer. It was all worth it though. I feel really bad for Molly though. Her ankle was in a lot of pain. It started to swell up like there was an egg under her skin. I would hold her leg up while we were dancing. My poor baby. CURSE YOU NEW CARPET!!! I love her. For her I would do so much.

That night, I didn't sleep much. Infact Molly came back down and cralwed into bed with me while I was reading. We were up REALLY late. Infact, we weren't doing what most people would expect all night long. We laid there and talked and for the first time in I don't know how long, we actually talked. Mostly about Theology and childhood stories. I even tried to express my love for her but it seems to deep. I wanted to cry as I laid there holding her, realizing how happy and complete I finally was. Everything was great. Everything for that time was perfect. I was happy, I worked out for 3 1/2 hours, I had my girlfriend... the women I love, wrapped in my arms as I lay in bed, and for once in almost a year, her and I were closer then ever. Re-connected as I put it. ^_^ *remembers that night* That night will forever stay in my mind. Right next to the night we met and one year ago from today. Only her and I, Jared, Tabatha and Joey know what I mean. And I just realised... Bob's birthday one year ago to. Kinda ironic. Wow... Saturday night was just like the night we met. She didn't go back to bed either. We fell asleep and woke up at 7:30 to her dad getting up. He came downstairs and what he thought I dunno, but doubt he cared much. Her mom dosn't like me though. I am convinced. She would rather Molly and I weren't together for whatever reason. It actually saddens me because mothers usually love me and adore me. *sigh* Oh well.

Sunday morning was a sad morning. Molly and I after I had packed, curled up on the couch together and fell asleep. Her ankle was still hurting. She could barely walk. We slept for close to a half hour on the couch. *sigh* I can't wait till I can do that more often with her. oh how wonderful it would be. It's amazing how at one point in my life I never thought I would have what I have now.

Her and her Mom brought me to the train station. Her and I hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes. We have become excedingly proficient at it. This time I wanted to cry though. I watched her walk away accros the parking lot to her moms car. I watched as she drove off and I even continued to stare after she was out of site. I stood there even after people moved to the ends of the train to their destination cars. I got on my train.

The ride back I was exhausted. I slept for bits and peaces here and there. I even almost missed my bus because I was lost in thought and weariness. After getting back to the bus station in Grand Rapids I walked back to the Amtrak where mom picked me up. She got stuck in traffic and was kinda late.

I fell asleep when we got home (about 7:30) and I slept till my boss came in a shoke me awake. 15+ hours of sleep and I am still exhuasted.

This was definetly a weekend I will always remember. Thank You Molly.

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 11:46 PM