The Final Countdown

If you want to get the real info, skip to "Here's the meat", if not, I invite you to enjoy two paragraphs of nothing.

I'm currently sitting at Peet's on Bollinger Canyon Road trying to figure out this whole blog business and what exactly to write. It's pretty embarrassing actually since I'm sitting with my back to the entire coffee shop which allows everyone who has nothing better to do watch me type a sentence then delete, type then delete, pause, type and delete, and so on and so forth (Stacey, you know what I mean). You see, I am very indecisive when I write and tend to write things that don't make sense or connect so it takes a long time to formulate a fluid thought. Plus, I like to go back and enhance my diction to make me come across as being astute. Which definitely sounds better than: "Plus, I like to go back and improve my vocabulary to make me look smarter." Luckily, most of the patrons appear rather engrossed in their affairs so I can escape their judgement for now. Except for that man who just glanced my way...beat it baldy!

Originally this post was supposed to be about how I'm leaving for a semester abroad in two days, but somehow it turned into a rambling about something totally unrelated, not unlike most of the stories I tell. You see, when I tell stories I tend to...just kidding. I'm leaving for Buenos Aires, Argentina in less than 2 days and I can't wait. Obviously, I will miss a select few of you, but I'm ready to get away from the rest of you...;) Ok, so for those of you who made it through my blog so far, thank you. I realize this is a little spacey, they're all going to be like this, I preemptively apologize.

Here's the meat:

I leave my beautiful California this Friday at noon to embark on a semester of fun and studying (ahem, studying and fun) in Buenos Aires, Argentina. That's in South America. I will be living in Belgrano with a retired couple by the names of Susana and Raul Bajdacz and I can't wait to meet them and finally figure out how to pronounce their name. They also have a cat by the name of Dumas; ah yes, it all comes together now, Dumas o menos. Clever, no? I owe it to Sarah, Nshies, Graden and a little bit of me, but more them. Anyhow, I've only lived with a cat once and it was only for a few months, maybe less, I was 4ish so I don't remember much. It's name was Neptune, it was wild, and it scratched me in my backyard on the aggregate walkway underneath the poison cherry tree when I tried to pet it. This will be interesting.