You will be reunited with old friends.

Okay so, yeah the title is sappy. But that's what the little glossy strip of paper said as I opened it from the stale encasement of its fortune cookie home. It all makes sense of course. I'll be going home soon to California. From the dreary snow-ridden city of Akron, Ohio. College life, wahoo. Joyous occassions abound, or at least that is what they try to tell everyone.

I guess this whole thing started on a whim. More or less my two best friends had something to do with it. Shelby comes in, offers me apologetic bottle of orange juice; saying sorry that our friend Sarah spread her gross disease among the floor. Then after some idle chit-chat, we were off to wake up Ali and once again, back in my room, sitting on the floor and talking.

These things usually start off strong, and end up more flabby than the underside of your grandmother's arm, but oh well, might as well try. Why Cinderblock? Ah well, you'll find out eventually.