I'm in denial about returning to work and school tomorrow and being surrounded by people convinced that they will get a job out of their next internship at Prestigious Institution X, followed by a career bringing babies out of the third world and bringing world peace, myself included.
I would far rather read trashy fiction on my Kindle and lock myself in the craft corner of my room, creating useless trinkets that evoke an exclamation of the "aw, cute" variety, followed by the stashing of said trinkets in some dark corner.
On a brighter note (but possibly not), I am pretty sure that I will be going to Shanghai in the fall for my school's exchange program. I feel myself going soft and becoming too comfortable in my awkward-DC-setting, which means it's time to get out of the country and stir things up for a bit. It seems like each trip out of the country finds me with progressively more people, things, and attachments to leave behind; this time will be no exception. I have some strange notion in my head that my ability to put distance between my attachments will only make me stronger. Where this newfangled idea came from, I have absolutely no clue...nor does it make any sense. But there you have it; a good majority of these notions I get never seem to have a logical basis anyways.
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