random musings
So I'm back from Honduras, sitting in my office. About to skip out on work since I'm exhausted after only about 5 hours of sleep and today is a throw away day (doing some gay "team building" that no one will notice if I miss, and Mandi will cover for me).
I've decided that come September, I will be more than ready to leave this place. Not just Atlanta, but the CDC. I like it fine for now but I believe a year will be my limit.
My parents never really taught us the concept of sharing. It took me a long time to be okay sharing drinks, chap-stick, etc. I'm becoming increasingly aware that I was not brought up to have roommates, as I'm getting sick of having only one room to myself. I miss my house and my old neighborhood.
I also miss my Senseo coffee machine and having an entire kitchen to myself.
While in Honduras I was confined to my hotel room a lot of the time & therefore read a ton. I ventured out to a bookstore that had a small English section and picked up Bee Season, one of the few books that looked at all interesting. So far it's okay, but it brings up memories of my 3rd place standing in the 5th grade spelling bee when I went out on the word "utencil." I was stupid and spelled it "utensil." I still get angry over that sometimes because I know I could have won as I was really debating replacing that s with a c and second guessed myself.
I can't decide what I want to do with the next five years of my life, but it might be decided soon for me if a) I don't get into a program I might apply to or b) that damn program never gets their shit together & puts up their website that was supposed to be up over a week ago. This could result in a huge life change for me over the next couple years.
It's just 10 am now and I'm going to leave work to sleep, run errands and clean my mess of a room.