Before I Leave

Finals are over (they have been since Wednesday the 12th)! I say this at the end of every semester, but literally, this has been the most stressful one yet. Everyone I've had class with, and all my friends and people I know haven't had the best. Maybe it's because summer dragged on for so long. We got out early last May because the NATO conference was downtown and they closed everything for precaution. Along with it being the hardest, I think I've grown more as a person and as a writer over the course of the past few months. It's so insane to think that in September I didn't even know what to expect.

So I'm already packed. Considering how superb my procrastination skills are when it comes to course work, when I'm getting ready to leave I make sure I'm well ahead of schedule. I guess it's the fear of leaving anything behind. I've already checked my carry on to make sure my passport is with me. Did I mention, I'm going to Rome? That was meant to sound over pretentious--it's an inside joke from one of my classes. We were talking about revising our "manuscripts" for our final grade, since we all turned in about 20-40 pages of a personal narrative. And then got on the sidebar conversation of sounding like dicks talking about having a lot of writing we've created. Crazy, right? But yeah, I'm excited to be heading off to Italy. I always feel ashamed admitting that I've never been out of North America. But, well, I haven't.

Revlon Lip Butter in Peach Parfait (I love it)

Catching up on The Hour

But yes; I'm done for the night. I need to go make some food before it spoils. I've watched Take this Waltz and am currently on The Producers (I've always had a thing for Matthew Broderick, it all started with Ferris). Off to make some rice pilaf and eat some of that salad that's been in my fridge for a while. I'll be back in Vermont the next time I write.