It's cool

that I'm leaving in a week and my room is a mess and I still need to buy a lot of things and try and use up the rest of my food and pack and start taking anti-malaria pills and finish up any last minute projects in the adlab and at work and try and stop thinking about how

I'm really scared that I'm going to have a panic attack when I see all the bugs or that I'll get attacked by gangs or get a tapeworm or fail at all my projects or not come back speaking better Spanish and I don't have time to

work out before I leave and I'm going to get fat eating pupusas and probably won't even have room for my running shoes in my suitcase (not like I'd use them anyway) but

somehow my enduring optimism better kick in soon (i hope) and it will be fine and it will be great because it always is, and I actually am really excited and really grateful

but also a little terrified.

Here's to hoping and praying and wishing that 7 weeks from now I'll be back and healthy and missing El Salvador.

sniff, sniff, sneeze

Allergy season is here.

I wish I could take a sick day from the outdoors.

Just when it finally gets nice outside...I can't stop sneezing.

boo. boo. boo.

why do i keep caring?!

When I was in pre-calculus, I would draw doodles of my textbook dying in various ways: stabbed by a knife, lit on fire, drowning.

That was nothing compared to what I'd like to do to 391.....

......I hate it more than physics.

There, I said it.

I didn't think it was possible, but boy, a semester of no sleep and far too much Benson face time proved me so, so, so wrong.

Get me out of here!