And all those evenings swearing at the sky
Wishing for more time
All the promises we broke when we tried
Just wasting all our time

 - A.T.E.

One day I'll write an essay comparing the first two albums by that band, because they were quick well put together and clearly intended for contrast. One day.

 I have about three weeks left. And then everything just goes crazy. I leave the country, move in with my girlfriend, start my post-doc, etc. Just craziness. My parents are not too thrilled about me leaving the country and being away for a couple of years. Everyone just seems to be moving farther and farther away. The word "diaspora" keeps popping into my head. It's a very pretty, but sad word.

I packed up my room this past weekend, so now it's just filled with my mattress and a bunch of garbage. It'll be strange to leave. I know all the roads in this town. As I was packing, I found a box of notes from high school, which was very strange. It's incredible how everything seemed so important then, and now they just aren't. Ten year reunion would be next year, if I remember correctly.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.