I need to learn to cook something impressive, so that when people ask me what my best dish is, I can reply with more than just lasagne. Also, the monologue that George Constanza does when he pulls out the golf ball from inside his jacket (circa the Marine Biologist episode) will never ever lose its hilarity. I'm re-discovering Seinfeld again.

Anyways, while I'm spilling jelly beans of random thoughts, I may as well add the fact that despite the bubbling need to move (move on, move away, move in general), I'm still find myself oddly content and happy in a way that's utterly unexpected for a girl who is constantly drifting in transition.

Change will be my purgatory.