Somewhat unrelatedly - and when I mean somewhat, I only mean somewhat:
I'm leaving for D.C. on the 24th; from that point I'll head to France on the 28th. I'm really scared. I was first excited, then indifferent, then scared, then indifferent again - and forgetful - and next came intrigue, more excitement. Now I'm scared of it and lots of things.
There are things in my life I need to clean out and things I'm not ready to, though I am ready and I know it's ready; I just don't want to. Fuck that, I'm not even sure I know what I'm sure of. Ever. That's my problem. Tell me how you really feel! Well, fuck, I couldn't.
Also, I'll be 20 when I'm away; my dad is now working for the Grande Ronde in Oregon, which sounds like some crazy secret society that has people killed on a daily basis, but is really only a confederation of Native American tribes; the new refrigerator is being delivered and installed tomorrow; and FUCK.
Sorry I suck at contacting. I just do. Lots to do with space, I think. And confrontation.
This is the most informative livejournal post I've written in forever. So much for being cryptic huh.