So I'm leaving in a couple of hours to go to the airport. I'm so nervous it's not even funny. I thought for the longest time that I wouldn't be, but now everything feels like it's boiling down to one day. Not just one day, but ten minutes of one single day. At least the Flaming Lips had years and years to show people what they could do...I only have ten minutes. How are these stupid professors supposed to learn anything about a person in ten minutes? I like to think that my personal intricacies extend beyond ten minutes.
I just want this trip to be over. Most people would be excited to go back east...but I just want to be back home. I want things to keep on going how they are now.
I think the hardest part is going to be staying away from my friends for almost a full week. I know that I'm going to be calling Martin about once every five minutes, and after about ten minutes of that he's going to stop answering his phone. And I'm going to text Tamsyn so much that the buttons on my phone will probably die of an apoplectic shock. I'm apologizing ahead of time if I annoy any of my friends back home...but it's hard to go any space of time without things that you really care about.
I'm also going to apologize for the lame gifts that I bring back for people. Since I'm pretty low on cash, it's going to be all about collecting free stuff. Rocks, leaves, trash, napkins, and kittens are all I'm going to bring back home.
Seriously, I want it to be the 6th instead of the 28th right now. Too bad New York is only 3 hours ahead instead of 6 days.
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