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Editorial

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It's kinda long, so if you don't like analyzing, just read the first part.
Alright, so within on week of creating it, several different people have taken valuable time to inform me that my blog may be a bit "ugly", "awkward," or from one person who attempted to be more polite, "it's kinda green." Peetie on the other hand, was a little less subtle when she told me (not asked me but told me) that next time i am in town, we are going to sit down and spend some quality blog-make-over time. haha i love peetie.
Oh and Clay, what's 'sardonic' mean anyway?

alright... i feel like i'm getting hints that it's time to write something a little more personal in here so here it goes.
i'm spending my last little bit of time in san diego right now before i move up to berkeley to begin my future-war-over-oil prevention plan of helping to design a fusion reactor. it is kinda exciting since i may finally get to do something useful with my life, plus it's about time i move on from bumming with the roommies and grow up some. but it's sad too.
i realized how sad leaving is when i went to spend some time w/ ol' john nichols the other day. for those of you who don't know john, he's the guy who works at the zoo, baked bread in his dorm room, and slept on his hallway floor for 7 years. or for the meyers-briggs fans, he's an ISFJ - hard to get to know as you'd expect from an IJ, but if you make it past that, as perceptive and benevolent as you'd hope from an SF. personally, john's a guy who's managed to find himself a special little niche in my life; although i rarely get to see john, i know he really cares about me even if he doesn't always show it. he sorta intrigues me, maybe because ISTJ is my exact opposite, but who knows... girls who meet john habitually develop little crushes on him so maybe he's just intriguing. the girls never have any luck though, cuz if you want to be friends with john, chances are that you're going to have to call him up yourself.
so this past weekend, that's just what i did. i reached john's roommate sarah, which is always good because sarah's so damn cool (imagine as non-girly as janie, but with LOTS of presence - she's an ENTJ) and we all went out. we bummed around balboa park. and looked at weird plants. then we ate mexican food. and somehow, it was the most simple, nice fun i'd had in a long time.
so the sad feeling that i've successfully tangent-ed away from by babbling about people's personality types(sorry about that), came as i was leaving that night. i mean, i see these friends so seldom as it is. it suddenly felt like i'd never see them again. i wondered why i spend so much of my damn time with random people and so little with people i care about. i hadn't even seen john since berekely plans were finalized, so i made a point to tell him that i'm leaving. now, you know how i said that john cares about people even when he doesn't show it? well, he didn't not show it this time. i tried to tell him all about fusion, but he just kept saying that the last time he heard, i was staying here, that i wasn't planning on leaving, and that i hadn't told him...
so there you go. i was really sad. that's my personal, emotional and largely sarcasm-free experience to share with you. so if you're in sd and you're reading this, give me a call sometime! or better yet, come visit me in berkeley. i don't know anyone in that city, and am rather certain that i'll be needing a friend sometime soon.
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