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Have you ever gone somewhere because you thought it would be a good idea and then decided maybe it wasn't? I went with the ultimate frisbee team to Georgia this break. I only know a few people on the team, but I thought it would be cool just to hang out by the beach, get to know people better. So, it is fun. And I like frisbee. But it's also just wearing at this point. I just wish I was in a better place to be doing this kind of trip. It's just a lot of people I don't know, and I must just seem like a downer because I'm leaving early, and I'm way out of shape so my body hurts really badly, and I'm just like feeling in the "i need support i can't get my shit together" mode rather than the "cool im ready to party with some people i don't know" mode. And I think people feel bad, like they're the reason I'm not having a good time, but that's not it. Oy, I'm leaving on Thursday to go stay with my roommate in Atlanta. I hope to see you all in New York City next week.