I am presently in the process of preparing to leave Vermont. Mostly, this means I sit around and relax. The weather is pretty nice, when it's not thunderstorms, which are initially cool, but can be kind of a pain in the ass when they go on for a week. I might go on a walk after I get done writing this before such activities become dangerous. In any case, much of Vermont is being flooded. My slice is not.
Spent last weekend in San Francisco for my brother's college graduation. Was a great time; San Francisco is an amazing city, and I heartily encourage anyone who hasn't be there to visit. Congrats to him. Congrats to me, too, as I officially got my master of arts that same weekend. I picked up the diploma from the registrar the other day and damn, is it huge. Way bigger than my puny undergrad diploma. If I got a PhD, it'd have to be poster-sized to keep up the trend.
Still don't have a job lined up. It will hopefully be much easier to find one once I get to Washington. At the very least, there are some temp agencies that want me.
Romantic/sexual misadventures continue. I'm not going to publicly share the details of this one, but it essentially boils down to me being totally about to hook up with a chick and being defeated by the demon liquor (her fault, not mine). Were I to pick one word to describe my Vermont experience, it might have to be "celibate." At least I got to do some shameless drunk flirting with my friend's sister and feel kinda sexy when she was responsive.
(Yes, I tried to hook up with one of my friend's sisters. That's how I do.)
I'm starting to get really excited about leaving Vermont and returning to the Best Coast. San Francisco reminded me of how much I love the Pacific states and how inferior I find New England. Plus, I can't wait to live in an actual city, with actual city things. So while a shitful of packing lies between me and June 16... bring that shit on.
And finally, I have a cold, no doubt contracted during my recent travels. This perhaps explains the general dourness of this blog post.
That is all.
That almost hook-up story was, btw, epic! I don't think I answered your message but I am sure you know exactly what my masculine self was thinking. I laughed a little too because seriously? SERIOUSLY?!?! Shitty man.
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Ethan, this post cracked me up. I'm sorry that alcohol ruined the evening and potential for a hookup...
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