Oh, what a ridiculous week it's been...
Perhaps Mayday Parade sums it up best: "I'm never going back to Georgia; not at least till I have to..."

More and more things are piling up lately to make me NOT want to go back to Atlanta-- it's so funny how these things go with me; when I left Emory I was so sad to go, now it's time to go back and I just don't want to. I didn't want to leave Emory fifteen months ago because I knew that when I came back (whenever that was) it would be completely different. Now I am making plans to go back, it's getting more and more real, and I have no desire to go back-- it feels like I graduated high school, went through my entire freshman year at Emory, and then was told I have to move back home and go back to one more year of high school. It's a closed book in my head now, mostly because in France all my friends were twenty-somethings who were done with school and now, in California, all my friends are people my age who didn't go to school in order to work in music.

So I don't want to leave California; I'm doing right now what I want to do for the rest of my life-- why should I abandon it, even if it is "only" for nine months? And equally I don't want to go back to Georgia. Everything's different now; people are dating, engaged, that were single when I left. Over half of my friends graduated in May, some of them stayed in Atlanta, including the one I'll be living with, but they're not going to be on campus anymore. And then there's my schedule-- stupid French classes that are stupid now because what am I gonna learn from 130 minutes a week in a classroom that I DIDN'T learn in a year living in the country? Three PE classes (some things never change-- I hated PE as a kid; put off Health in high school until senior year; have managed to take NO PE classes as a college student yet. If only they counted all those hikes from last summer...); a lab science; blah blah blah...

Things I don't want to go back to; situations I don't want to face; and a job and a lifestyle here that I DON'T want to (or have to) leave.

Oh, calm down, I'm going back to school. Mostly only because I already have the coolest roommate ever planned and I can't let her down this late in the game.

In other news, all the other interns finished this week, making me the only one left. Who suddenly gets told things like this, by the same guy that nicknamed me Normaltern:
"Blair, I like you because you eat like a dude."
"Uhh, what?" I ask, swallowing a bite of burrito from the Mexican place across the street from work.
"Yeah, you eat like a dude, and I think that's awesome. I hate when girls are only about salad and... and... yogurt."
I squinted my eyes at him, trying to decide how to respond. He's probably the only person in the world that could say that to me and I would take it as a compliment.

Maybe, to put it in the words of my favorite Western 90's rockers, "I'm never going back to college, I'll just work my day job..."
~Normaltern.

P.S. I recently learned that the English translation for "rie de veau" is sweetbreads, meaning I have eaten veal pancreas on multiple occasions while in France, and I had no idea. Wow.