27 December 2007

Under Pressure

So. My 20th birthday was Sunday but the festivities started on Friday, spending time with friends at The Old Spaghetti Factory. Saturday was ringing in the 20th year of my existence at Rhianon's house at midnight and Sunday was eating sushi with my girls and Indian food with my parents and best friend.

I'm in the sixteen days until Spain countdown now. I haven't packed. Or cleaned, or done anything trip-related.

Though, I did get my passport back from the Spanish consulate in San Francisco! Yay!

20 December 2007

I was curious and young, I was searching for that something, trying to find it on the run



San Francisco - November 2007.

It's almost my birthday. Which means it's almost Christmas. Which also means the New Year's coming.

I have a lot to do. Too little time to do it. It's late. I should sleep.

06 December 2007

The state of you, the state of me

Classes are officially over for me until 21 January. If I decide to not sit for the biology exam next Friday, I won't have to crack open a book until January! It's a very scary thought.

I'm putting together a pre-departure playlist and I'll have to post that later. Along with pictures from my little adventure in San Francisco and pictures from the last week of school.

I'm realising I'm really going to miss my friends from here while I'm over in Sevilla. But I've met some people who are going who seem to be pretty cool. Really excited about it. :)

04 December 2007

Todo va a cambiar

Where does the time go? Seriously? It seems like yesterday that Fall semester started and now it's almost over.

This semester was crazy but so chill. I met so many awesome people in my classes that it's going to suck not being able to see them next semester, especially when mostly everyone is graduating next semester. Sigh.

I leave 12 January. I'll land in Madrid on 14 January and I'll be in Sevilla on the 16th.

Recent developments in other aspects of my life just really make me want to stay here, but I know I can't. And really, I can't because I just paid a crap load of money to go in the first place. More sigh.

Life is good. I don't know how I'll be able to leave in six weeks, though I'm terribly excited.