My life, Scrubs -- one and the same?

I read in a book once: nothing important happens in your 20's, but you spend the whole decade thinking you're doing horribly important things.

I know this certainly applies to my life. Everyday feels like an adventure, yet everyday is only an investment into my future. The question, I guess, is whether this future will be exceptional. I guess I'm putting a lot of pressure on my 30s. (I don't feel like waiting 20 or 30 years for important stuff to get done).

So, how is my life like Scrubs then? Well, the characters in Scrubs go around doing terribly exciting and important things all day ... or at least they try to. And at the end of the day, people continue entering and leaving the hospital -- living or dying -- and the only thing that's changed is them. (Oh, and I also look very good in light blue scrubs...just saying).

Yes, I am watching Scrubs on my late-night at The Post. Yes, I've had a ridiculous amount of diet soda tonight. Why do you ask?

The little tiny house is a surprise every time

Updating my blog: an honest desire to communicate or a desperate ploy to avoid studying?

I just had a fantastic weekend in Chicago. I stayed at a hostel and rode public transportation (gotta love public transportation!). My favorite part was not the free museums or consistently knowing where I was (yay grid system!), but the awesome foreignors I met at the hostel. One guy I hung out with was a London cop (a bobby!) and then another guy was from Denmark (whose population is smaller than that of Philedelphia). We ate Chicago pizza and played hours of fusball [correct spelling optional]. We all got along really well.

And I'm going back this weekend! I've already had many people invite themselves to come along, but I fear that t'would be difficult to coordinate. I'll be staying with a friend from high school this time around and doing a lot less touristy things -- what with grad school auditions. Sorry guys. We should plan a trip for Spring Break and/or this summer.

Oh man, I cannot concentrate on studying. My first Communications and Media Law exam is tomorrow and I have the concentration skills of a drunk goldfish. (Ooh, look a castle! Seaweed! Ooh, look a castle! hiccup).

... do goldfish hiccup?...

Winter Quarter, the last

The winter break has come to end and I'm back in Athens, Ohio, awaiting the new quarter. I spent this break in beautiful, reclusive laziness. In my nearly 7 weeks of break I read more than 10 novels, a play, and a book on acting: a two-month vacation from reality. Which means that now I'm back to the grindstone -- my nose, and all the rest of me.

I suppose I should be staggered by the mere idea of graduating in 2 quarters -- a mere 6 months. Maybe I just haven't figured it out yet, or maybe (*gasp*) I'm just ready. I love Athens, but I love it like I love wine: never mixed with rum ... oh, and in moderation. Doubtless I'm going to miss it when I'm gone, but at this moment I feel a little bit stuck.

Everything feels like it's in flux: My mindset as I shift into graduation gear and work on grad school stuff; My home, since my parents are moving into my aunt's house; my expectations -- for the first time I have no idea what's going to happen in the next 6 months, or year. Insanity. I wish I could run away to Europe, or even better, Hogwarts.

Classes start tomorrow. I have a list of things to do 20 items long. Therefore, I'm going to quelch my rambling.