Weekend Rundown

Spent this weekend visiting people and saying goodbye before my move to LA.

Nerd Fest ('09?') was a lot of fun.  Catherine worries far too much about making a good impression and making sure everyone has a good time.  Basically, the evening went really smoothly, and everyone who was in the mood to mesh had a decent time meshing together.  I played poker with a gaggle of straight men (who made me feel beyond nelly), did the vodka thing, talked to people about volunteer work, learned about others, told stories, heard an impassioned rant on healthcare advertising, delivered a misleading tweet, made Catie briefly paranoid about my enjoyment level, gave two back massages, and crashed on a couch two feet shorter than my 6.5 foot frame.  The next day, we had Chick-Fil-A.

Catie sent me to Rome with some Amish Friendship Bread for K'Fain.  This baggie of mush looks like your sending someone a yeast infection.  Apparently it's good though.

(Quick side note:  Apparently iTunes wants me to be sad right now.  We're rocking the Death Cab for Cutie and the Steeltrain.  Kathleen loaded me up with new music to shift the balance of my collection towards a more upbeat/higher bpm music.  Mostly, I'm pleased with her selections.)

Going up to Rome was weird.  I loved getting to just spend chill time with K'Fain and Chris.  I haven't gotten the chance to do that in months...when neither of us had stuff that we were supposed to be doing.  When nothing bad was happening.  When it was just chill.  The stress of school was lifted, and personal crises were being resolved left and right.  Problem solving.

On the Hill, I don't know what to say.  I'll miss Shorter, and I can easily see how I could go back for another year and meld it back into my life.  I fit there.  I could easily go back.  But, it's not a challenge anymore, so I guess that means that I need to move on.  I'm too young to plateau, as comfortable as that would be.

I move to LA in about 30 hours.  I can't sleep.  I feel like I want to throw up.  I'm super excited.  I'm nervous about my safety.  I'm worried about getting robbed.  I'm worried about money.  I'm worried that people will look down on me for my Southern roots and education.  I'm worried that I'll be behind the curve.  I'm worried that it's going to suck before it gets awesome.

But it's a challenge, and I don't back down from a challenge.