Status

I've been away, obviously. Reacclimating myself to the muggy Houston weather, getting reacquainted with my mom draping herself all over me like a worn scarf, remembering how good it is to see my friends from school. Lots has been going on, and I would promise to get into detail later, but I'm terrible at picking up where I left off. I tend to write here about what's going on in the now. It's pretty Zen.

So, here's what's going on in the now.
I'm going to the south of France tomorrow for 10 days. My family is renting a villa in Nice for the duration, though we will be passing through Paris for a day on our way back home. I'll try to take pictures so I can be a photoblogger too!
I bought my textbooks for Summer Semester I. I'm starting to remember what it was like to be in school, but I still haven't purchased pens or paper or anything useful like that because I can't imagine actually being here for months on end. I haven't even unpacked my suitcase because a little part of me believes that there's no point, since I'll be going back to LA and "real life" soon enough.
I was asked to contribute to a book about my grandfather. I don't know what I'll say yet. On one hand, it's an almost guaranteed publish. On the other hand, what if I'm a bad writer? What if I suck and my friends are being nice!?!? *panic* But I don't really have to think about that till I get back, so I won't.
Flash (my parents' 7 month old German Shepard puppy) is starting to actually act like an intelligent life form instead of being a disobedient poop factory. It's kind of nice to have a dog with manners! He only knows "sit" and "lay down", but I want to teach him that trick where you point finger-guns at the dog and yell BAM! and the dog falls over and plays dead. I think that would be hilarious. I saw a bulldog performing that trick a few months ago and was totally charmed. The visuals were great because he was fat, so standing up or flopped down pretending to be dead didn't look that different.
I miss my boyfriend so much it feels like I chopped off my hand, and it's only been 7 days. Maybe it will get better with time. Probably not; they say phantom pains never really do go away. I wonder what happens to people with hand transplants? Do they feel better? When I go to LA to visit him, will I feel better?
That's about it.