Well, minus the "Beauty" anyway.

The previous few nights I'd been getting like 5 hours of sleep. Yesterday, I woke up at 6:00 so I could get my ass to L.A. It was tons of fun going back to the old alma mater for part of commencement weekend. I randomly ended up running into people I graduated with--including my roomie from Freshman year!--proving what a tight-knit community Pomona was. I talked to some of my old professors. My thesis advisor was really proud of me, saying that she always knew I would be an excellent teacher--because I always loved teaching people other things about techniques and science when I could have been doing other things... like my own lab work or homework or something. It amazes me that she picked up on the fact that I had what it took be a professor or something before I did. Everyone ended up asking if that meant that I was going to apply to Ph.D. programs, and I told them I was. That made them happy.

Afterwards, I went to L.A. to visit an old high school friend. Went up around Hollywood/La Brea/Melrose (I can never tell where one area ends and another begins in Los Angeles!) to eat at Pink's--a veritable institution specializing in hot dogs. While there, I almost called up Nicholas to see if he wanted to come out and meet up for a little bit. Then, I reasoned that this was my day to leave everything about San Diego behind for a little bit, to free myself from all those emotions that led me to feel trapped, stuck. So I ended up not doing anything.

I made my way back down to San Diego late in the afternoon for my friend Krissi's birthday. Stayed out until about 1:00, smoking hookah and even dancing with a belly dancer. Totally fun. When I got home, I crashed. I woke up around 9:00, then at about 9:30 convinced myself to go back to sleep. Then woke up "for real" around 1:00 before going back to bed at around 2:30. Finally really woke up around 5:00. I deserved all that sleep, all that time to relax. This semester has been the most frustrating one I have ever had. It was a good semester--I'm still maintaining my grades and I even found someone unexpected to fall head-over-heels for. Or maybe all of that made it a bad semester. I don't know. It was a rollercoaster for sure, and the summer will only see more of that, I'm certain. But would I trade it in for anything else?

Maybe for a little certainty in the Nicholas department... but other than that: I'm glad for these experiences. They should only make me stronger.

Plus, I got cuter. Or at least, I feel cuter. Take that, self-doubt!

yay that sounds like so much fun in Los Angeles. It makes me want to go back to Pomona.

I feel like you could totally read the end of this entry as a voice-over to the season finale of the television series that is your life. Then the camera would pull away at the end to the treetops of Pomona and into the sky and they'd play the credits for quite a while to preserve the beat before smashing them into a split screen and loudly advertizing whatever is playing next.
» Zanzibar on 2009-05-18 08:52:36

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