I figured this might happen, but not ever at such an odd time. I literally ache sometimes thinking about my experience abroad, and how much I truly miss some places and people. It makes me want to roll around in cliches, about how really unique a time it was, how I might never have some of those feelings again, etc etc. Half the experience going abroad is what happens months afterwards, when it's all faded and Evanston again, and suddenly you get the most vivid flashbacks of Italy, strawberry gilato and cigarettes. Or snowy bus trips through Danish countryside, rambling conversations and wet jackets. Geez, I may never get over this whole restlessness thing.

I'm gonna need a big slap in the face soon if this summer schedule keeps up, with the animation suffering and all, but now, with andy gone, I can be super-diligent and disciplined, right? eh? Ah well, time to finally start putting things together.

Everybody's slowly leaving, one by one, which I guess is good since I need the time to really work, but still. And Ben's already left! I couldn't believe it; this summer is really out of control. I'll be leaving too- I'll be in BR sometime mid-August. Is it weird that I'm most looking forward to the bountiful southern AC than anything else?