So I'm not sure whether to feel good or bad for Bryce. He's found himself falling head over heels for a girl right before he's set to spend 6 months abroad. On a certain level I think that I'm just jealous, because when I found myself in a surprisingly similar situation I did not have the benefit of being giddy in love. My only consolation after the fact is that he was probably almost ready to say he might be in love with me... And I just didn't have a clue where I stood. It's reassuring that you're still capable of the giddy feeling even after you get beyond first love and are done with adolescence.

Working on the probably fatal assumption that no one ever reads this, combined with the Strawberry Shortcake glass sitting next to me which has just been drained of its tequila and cranberry juice, I'm going to have to say that I am once again pondering the possibilities of my weekend in April. I understand that it will likely be boring and awkward, but I begin to play out scenarios in my head, that manage to satisfy my thankfully fleeting need for drama. Alcohol+free time + singledom+ visit to college town/home of ex-boyfriend=??? Actually, that sounds more sad than anything. Never mind.

As the grad school acceptances continue to come, it feels more and more like my senior year of high school replayed in my head. The main difference this time is that I don't have a legion of fellow students feeling the same way. I do have a boss who has no idea that I'll be leaving in a few months, and am fairly tempted to take a crap on his desk rather than handing in a letter of resignation. At least in high school your teachers knew how you felt about the whole thing, and no one really had any false expectations. But the same feeling persists. I have the same urge to just skip the next few months and go strait to the new life. It's like the lame duck period of a presidency, but I'm gaining instead of losing.

I'm also contemplating what would be an appropriate length of time to give my boss. I think it'd be pretty mean of me to give him 2 weeks' notice when I'm going to know 3 months in advance. Still, I'd hate to tell him too early and then live the resulting awkward situations.

Alright, I could ramble on for hours now, but there is more lethargy to be pursued before bed. No one's going to read this anyway.