It's The Final Countdown

Today is my last day in California. Also in the United States. Also in Northern America. Also in the Western hemisphere. Wait. Is Eastern Europe in the Western hemisphere? Typical stupid United Statesians... don't know their geography...

Well, last day. What am I doing on this sunny, beautiful day? Besides watching my hair fall out and going hand-to-hand with this nervous lump in my throat? For the most part just making rounds and squeezing as many friendly faces as I can into the next 24 hours. I'm at Casey's house right now, for instance. She's my homie from school who conveniently lives about 10 minutes away from me when we're home. She's going to Spain in a couple weeks, so our paths might cross once or twice in the next four months. They'd better, anyway. And yes, that IS a threat. (CASEY.)

Oh yeah, and I kinda sorta also have to PACK at some point. Sure, I've started, but I've got a long way to go. I have one suitcase full at this point. I can only take one more suitcase and a carry-on, so this should be fun to figure out. It'll be a new strategy game. Like Blokus, only more stressful.

For those of you who aren't in the know BLOKUS IS THE BEST GAME EVER.


I guarantee this will not be the last time I reference Blokus.

Okay, so.

Current Mood: Content, anxious, in denial. I don't think it's fully hit me yet that I am leaving, although sitting here talking to Casey's mom about phone cards is kind of freaking me out.
I was trying to look up the clip from Arrested Development where Tobias gives a professional diagnosis of Denial but I couldn't find it. So enjoy this instead:



That's all I've got. Bon voyage!
...That's French, idiot.