Tell me one good thing you ever did in your life.

I hate hour breaks between classes.

Lately, I find that the details of my life haven't been exactly... complicated.

The past two years have played the host to some amazing stories, some kodak moments, and some ... terrible catastrophes. From the forging of incredible bonds, to the experience of a joy never before known, to the unquestionable, searing, completely unfathomable pain. It's been quite an ordeal.

There is a certain simpleness that can be uncovered in the pattern of one's seemingly constant ride from high to low and back around again. Even one with the most minute tendencies towards introspection can detect it, with the meagerest of inspections. That simpleness stemming from a common truth, one that most living creatures seem to know all to well. Simply put, shit happens. Shit happens real bad. All the fucking time. We trudge through life every day, so that more shit can be dumped on us. It's simple really. And as soon as we wipe that shit off, more just comes raining down. Shit rain, all the live long fuckin' day. And sometimes, it seems pretty damn pointless to just wipe the shit off because hey, clouds comin' round the corner and you KNOW that aint no diamond tiara cloud. It's a shit cloud, and its got your name on it. It's not a hard pattern to decipher.

But that is why we're so great. That's what we're all about. That one day, when the sun is out, and there is a shit drought, we can say "yeah, I was covered in shit, and it stunk real bad, but I'm still here. I wiped my ass, and my face, and everywhere else there was shit, and now I'm lookin' mighty fine. That guy over there gave me a towel, and that guy over there got me some new clothes. And that guy over there has an umbrella, and he said the next time it rains shit I can stand near him. And you over there, I know your ass was covered in shit too, chin up. My shit stinks the same as yours." And that's pretty cool.

To everyone who has ever helped me wipe off some shit, to the people who made the time to see me, to everyone who wrote the cards... THANKS. I will miss you most of all. Keep your heads up, and try and stay shit free while I'm away. Spain is further inland, so I think it rains less shit there.

I have no idea where this was going, and it could have been written better, but fuck you. (I was tired of all the sentimental, sappy posts) See you in a year, lj user bajapicante.

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Last night I finished packing my life away. My dad is an excellent packer. He is so efficient its almost annoying. No, it is annoying.

I got my visa today. Holla at getting your visa two days before you leave.

And yes, you heard right. 2 days. Tomorrow is the last day I spend in the US for a real long time. I don't really want to come back for Christmas, but we'll see.

I saw Anna today and it made me real happy. She actually called and offered to drive here to see me. What a pal. She gave me her frisbee so I'm pretty much good to go now. =).

In 3 days you may find me at joelinspain .

I really just can't wait to leave this house.

ps. If you are in the area on this Saturday, you are welcome to come to a bbq at my house. It starts at 3, and we will be having posole. Mmm.

1 week.

Slightly anti-climactic goodbye to the desk. I'll miss it.

Last day in LA.

So little time, so many people.

Its a little sad.