Feeling Strange

So, this weekend is family weekend here at U of O and since I don't have any family right now, it's kinda weird, like the first few days of school all over again only now we all know each other. Getting to know Jessica's mom and sister is interesting, and I definitely realize how weird my family is compared to those of my friends. Just the fact that my parents are still together, don't drink (in front of us), and that we all get along really well, is, well, weird, compared to the majority of people that I come into contact every day. I should maybe stop being surprised by that.

I should also realize that people are in many ways shaped by their families, and, perhaps more importantly, hurt by them. Families can be just as much a source of pain and deep wounds as they can be a place of love and comfort.

Wow, I know I'm getting a bit deep, but that's what I'm thinking about right now. I've been thinking about that a lot actually, as I've been reading Wicked a a bunch and also since I'm having more personal conversations with people (What those two things have in common... I don't know).

Well, will try and post more often. Ta-ta, and GO DUCKS!