10 Days
Son of a motherless goat…I leave for school in, that’s right, you guessed it, 10 days. That would be 537 miles and 8 hours away. 40 miles north of San Francisco, now that’s a GIANT plus, but still really far from home. I always thought I would be the one to go to a CC for a couple years and not want to leave home. And now, I’m going farther than my brother went. It’s weird. Half the day, I want so badly to just get up there and start everything over again, and then the other half of the day I want to stay in my room forever. I have been packing clothes, taking down posters, packing pictures, essentially putting my life into boxes. It’s such a foreign feeling. But I kinda like it. And in other news…I got a car alarm put in my car the other day, so I have been walking around making my car go “boop boop” ever since I got it. The battery on the little remote will be dead in approximately 3 weeks at the rate I’m going. Not that anyone would want to steal my car, but on a really good day, it looks like a distant cousin to the Acura RSX, so a visually impaired person just might get it confused. I have also made the conclusion that every man on this earth should wear Armani cologne. The guy who installed my alarm was explaining to me what the buttons do and how to do this and that, but I somehow missed it all. He smelled like a god. I was amazed at myself when I actually asked him what he was wearing, because I usually would have never done that. But he smiled at me (insert drool here) and replied, “It’s Armani.” Grrr baby, very grrr. So needless to say I had to go home and read the manual on my car alarm to figure out how to work it! And then the next day, it magically stopped working (I swear I had nothing to do with it breaking) and I had to go back to the shop. And he smelled good for a second day. So God bless Giorgio Armani. I think that will do it for today…allez au revior