moratorium.

My life has been really weird lately. But in a strangely beautiful way -- I think I just need to rub my eyes for a solid six minutes and get back into living so I can see it. Last semester I took a bacterial genetics class and when we were talking about sporulation and fruiting bodies there was a moment that was so cathartic for me. My professor was describing the bacteria's mindset and he said, "All I know is that where I am sucks. So I need to go." It so perfectly described how I feel about every little aspect of my life that I scribbled it at the top of the page along with all our bad jokes about phenotypes and ballsy thermophiles.  Seriously, though. This school, my project from hell, my shithead family, this godforsaken city; none of this is where I want to be. It sucks. I need to go.  I've got a year left and then I need to make like myxobacteria and get the fuck out of here.