I hate Boulder...

So, have you ever been somewhere physically, but not mentally. For those who are unaware of the strain exerted on your being by this phenomenon, allow me to shed some light. It sucks. Really, I'm not even joking at this point. I'm beyond joking in my life for this short period of time between now and next Thursday morning, when I can actually leave this place and physically embark on the journey that has been taking place in my head for the last month.

I've been so close to quitting my job here and just packing up, but thus far have been unable to come to a worthwhile conclusion as to why I would do that, and what purpose it would really serve. The only thing that's really keeping me is my girlfriend. Less because I feel the need to spend time with her, but more because I need her to split gas with me on the way to Salt Lake...but don't tell her I said that, leave that to me. OK, I had to get that out of my system. That was actually a joke, and so I guess the ability hasn't completely escaped me. But seriously, if she wasn't using me as a means to get Salt Lake herself, I'd be long gone. Or if she was only coming the Salt Lake to hang out, but the fact is, she's coming to her ski on, and I respect that too much to let it be ruined by my own, inefficient selfishness.

Wow, this blog has proven itself worthy to me, as it has allowed me to communicate things very honestly, and align my own thoughts in such a way that even I understand them more thoroughly. So, uh, later I guess.