just like my favorite

Long day, tense, the usual, nothing coffee won't fix, etc.

Package arrived with the perfume I ordered for my birthday. It's an amazing scent.
De toute façon, je suis fatigué de porter votre odeur.

It's clean and woody. Rose, sandalwood, incense, with this fresh, clean smell that's kind of like baby powder and lavender. It's perfect.

Today's one of the last days I'm going to see N. I won't see her for a month because she's leaving for Europe, and so I'm going to keep working and saving money. I like the idea of going to South America next year, but it clashes with school and the whole starting-a-career thing going on. At the moment, foreign country adventures sound better, don't they? There's always that underlying fear of not being able to do the things you've always wanted to do in life because you put them off for later so that you could focus on stable groundwork in the beginning-- and somehow things fall through and you end up stuck where you were and wondering what happened.

It seems like a slight gamble. At the same time, I don't mind risks in exchange for excitement. Either way, I don't see myself here for much longer in the next few years. But I wonder where life will take me? Or maybe where I'll just decide to go.

There's only vagueness at the moment. A long two summer months are ahead of me.
Life begins in September.

For now it's back to being disciplined, and back to having a good work ethic! It'd be much nicer to lay in bed all day and be a jellyfish.

I'm trying to remember what 10 hours of sleep feels like, hmm.