I am in Washington!

But this time I’m not lying or projecting into the future.  Here’s a summary of what’s happened to me thus far:

• Leaving in the wee hours of the morning is a bad idea when you haven’t slept all day.
• When you tell your mom that you don’t need anything but cereal, they buy you the whole supermarket.  Half of the trip involved me just eating my way into being able to see through my windshield.
• Driving.  Wow.  I never realized how much I actually hate it.
• Watched three movies on the way to Moira’s house.  Not a very safe thing to do.
• Raced all over U of A to try to get to Moira’s class.
• Arrived just in time to be a jerk.
• Went to the mall, fell asleep in Barnes and Noble, got weird looks.
• That night, we drank margaritas and played Resident Evil 4.
• The next morning, we just played Resident Evil 4.
• Then we went hiking, but I was too busy thinking about Resident Evil 4.
• We watched some Flight of the Conchords that night, because Resident Evil 4 gave Moira nightmares.
• I left.
• I arrived at my uncle’s house the next morning in time to drive around town for eight hours and sleep in my car.
• By the time I realized that my uncle’s family was in their house waiting for me just as I was waiting for them, it was about 6 p.m.
• I went inside and tried to teach my cousin how to solve the Rubik’s cube.
• She died.  ((Presumably.))
• We watched some movies.  I retired to go to sleep, but ended up playing Civilization III all night instead.
• The next morning we went to Oakley to get me some sunglasses (my uncle works in Oakley).
• And we came back.  I began seriously missing Resident Evil 4.
• I left for another uncle’s house, because at least his kids did have Resident Evil 4.
• We ordered pizza and talked about vegetarians.
• Then I explained all there is to know about college to my 17 y.o. cousin.  I had time for lentils shortly thereafter.
• The next day we drove to Wal-Mart and Borders and hung out.  I urged them to come back home so I could play Resident Evil 4.
• Woke up at 5 to go with my cousin to her track meet, but decided to leave just as she left the gate on the count that it was an 18 mile race.
• I drove to Oregon.
• Apparently, they pump your gas for you here.  Now I’ve been to both states that do that.
• I arrived at a grungy, hippy co-op.  Then spent an hour trying to get out of a geopolitical discussion with a homeless man.  Hilarity ensued.
• Now I’m writing this and a letter to my professor explaining the circumstances of why I’m leaving.  An “it’s not you, it’s me” deal.  But also I’m mentioning my secret sad reason for leaving.
• It was a good trip.

But this time I’m not lying or projecting into the future.  Here’s a summary of what’s happened to me thus far: Leaving in the wee hours of the morning is a bad idea when you haven’t slept all day. When you tell your mom that you don’t need anything but cereal, they buy you the…