In about one month's time, maybe a little more, I will be living the dorm life in Santa Barbara, far from the confines of parental control and police who give a damn. It is there that I will endeavor to change myself to be a more outgoing person, while retaining the qualities that make me special, namely my intense passion for various flimflammeries like film and literature. This summer has been one long self-improvement experiment, and I have definitely achieved some, ahem, ripped results.
The past few weeks have been one continuous dread-fest after another. I've been frightened that I'll despise it down there (still a possibility) and even more afraid that I'll be squandering the money that's being used to pay for my education. But I've been able to slowly shrug it off, supplanting it with a mixture of cautious optimism and restrained excitement. The idea of going to one of the top research universities in the country has stirred the thirsty intellectual inside me, and the notion of the occasional party, willing lady, and use of substances (responsibly, of course!) has awakened the repressed fun-loving beast that has spent the last 17 years playing video games.
My departure is imminent, but I'm not worried about it any more. Of course, given my track record, that could change in a matter of weeks, but I look to the week of September 14th with a degree of exciting nervousness. In the words of Niko Bellic, "Perhaps here, things will be different."
PS. You know that travelogue I say I'll write one day? Screw it.
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