Sorry to post a third time in one day, but I wanted to make a little exit before I leave for Buenos Aires. There are three topics that have been occupying my mind, so as usual, I will list them off quickly.

First, there's the problem of Los Angeles. We all know that I love that city, and all of southern California. However, I don't think that there's a city I've encountered that draws such an unjustified knee-jerk hatred. It's as though it's cool to hate LA. Well I'm sorry, but for all of you small towners from the fly over states who consider DC incredibly diverse, but maybe LA's just too big of a concept for you mind to grasp. It's quintessentially and idealistically American in a way that so many people I meet can't understand. Once you get beyond the cliche complaints, it's remarkable how much the theories and fabric of the greater metro area represent the future.

Second, there's the matter of my lovelife. I don't often open up and allow myself to be vulnerable with other people. Even with my close friends there is very much a wall up, where regardless of how much I share, I don't share myself. However, that's another story. In this case, the problem is that I did let myself be vulnerable, and ended up learning why it is that I put up defenses in the first place. Don't worry, there was nothing dramatic, I don't hate men. I just like dating less and less with each romantic involvement in which I find myself. What's funny is that this sort of thing has happened before. With Steve, I only let him in because I knew he was far more into me that I was into him, so I felt safe opening up. As soon as that happened, he kind of did a turn around. The problem this time is that while this is happening, I was definitely falling harder and faster than I had before. I guess it's better to find out now. Seriously, I know my place in the dating food chain, but I'm not looking for Brad Pitt in shining armor on a white horse. All I want is a nice nerdy boy to go random places with.

And finally, between the boy problems, wondering what's going to happen after graduation, and all of the other crap swirling around my head, I've barely thought about my trip. I can't believe that I leave tomorrow. I haven't really planned anything. All I know is that we have a hostel for the first two nights. Beyond that, we'll see where the trip goes. I'm thinking that it'll be relaxing. I just hope that I'm not too pre-occupied to enjoy it. Oddly, I almost don't want to go. I know that's just hormones talking though, because I'm going to have a fabulous time and not want to come back. I'll get to spend the whole time with Jenny and Catherine. We'll go clubbing, site seeing, traveling, and drinking. Sleep will be minimal, and that will be a good thing.

So...I think that's all that I really had to say. Hopefully I'll be too busy to post anything for the next 11 days. God willing that will also mean that I've cheered up a bit.