sheeeit...

Sunday, June 27 will be my last day in Southern California. I really can't believe it. Well, yes I can, but it is weird. I feel like i should be sad and freaked out and upset and emotionally nervous - but instead i am just treating my fears with wave after wave of booze, pot and not enough sleep. For the past two Mondays someone has asked me "What did you do last weekend?" only to be answered with a blank stare from me as i piece together the previous 48 hours. URGH. That is no good and so good at the same time. I'm not sure if i'm kidding myself that i've made peace with the fact that i'm leaving, or if i really am ready to leave. Regardless if i'm ready or not, i'm going.

I'm very sad that i'll be leaving all my friends that i've made over the years, but i don't think i'm *that* sad because i knew this day would come years ago. I have always been saying, "i've got to get out of here," even when i was planning on attending UCI for grad school for an additional 4+ years, i knew that in the end i would have to move on and move out of this land of plastic beauty and stucco everything...

On July 15 i will step into Europe and return no earlier than March. Wow. It really is happening, who knew?

Today is my last day as the omnipresent LARC MASTER. I've experienced the wonderous world of office biatchwork and paper pushing - what did I learn over the past 10 months?
-office jobs can't be taken too seriously
-thermodynamics & kinetics sucks
-organic rawks
-teaching can be super amazing and super horrible
-being exausted at work is often (but not always) worth the fun of the previous night

what a lame-o blog this has been...