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Wednesday, August 10, 2005 · posted at 10:01 AM

Leaving on a jet plane.

Celine: Its just... its depressing, no? That the... the only thing we're gonna think of is when we're gonna have to say goodbye tomorrow.
Jesse: Well, we could say goodbye now. Then we wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning.
Celine: Now?
Jesse: Yeah. Say goodbye.
Celine: Bye.
Jesse: Goodbye.
Celine: Au revoir.
Jesse: Later.
Celine: Later, yeah.
~ Before Sunrise

For those of you who read my blog to keep up with my daily going-ons (hi Gene!), it's official, I've got e-ticket in hand and will be leaving San Diego next weekend and California the week after.

I spent the first 18 years of my life in the same Boba Town, but I think it's in San Diego that I did my official "growing up." So I'll miss the place that I feel I've lived forever... and, of course, the people that really made it home.

I'm not good at goodbyes. I like to live in a perpetual state of denial about things that make me sad. So I'll tell myself in this technological age of cellular phones, e-mail, $99 JetBlue fares, that nothing will change... even though I know it's a lie.

I know I'm being melodramatic... I'm leaving a time zone, not leaving this earth. But I'll miss the little details: Thursday night dinners, coffee runs, the curry nazi, the salt air, the damn crows outside my window, passing out on the couch watching tv... oh who am I kidding, that last thing will happen any time, any place.

The thing with planned goodbyes is that you know that really sad last 5 minutes is coming and you spend the entire night dreading it. I'd just much rather (1) avoid it or (2) get it over first, quickly, Bandaid-style.

So, So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehn, goodbye,
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye.

until we meet again.



	Wednesday, August 10, 2005 · posted at 10:01 AM Leaving on a jet plane. Celine: Its just... its depressing, no? That the... the only thing we're gonna think of is when we're gonna have to say goodbye tomorrow. Jesse: Well, we could say goodbye now. Then we wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning. Celine: Now? Jesse: Yeah. Say goodbye. Celine: Bye. Jesse: Goodbye. Celine: Au revoir. Jesse: Later. Celine: Later, yeah. ~ Before Sunrise For those of you who read my blog to keep up with my daily going-ons (hi Gene!), it's official, I've got e-ticket in hand and will be leaving San Diego next weekend and California the week after. I spent the first 18 years of my life in the same Boba Town, but I think it's in San Diego that I did my official "growing up." So I'll miss the place that I feel I've lived forever... and, of course, the people that really made it home. I'm not good at goodbyes. I like to live in a perpetual state of denial about things that make me sad. So I'll tell myself in this technological age of cellular phones, e-mail, $99 JetBlue fares, that nothing will change... even though I know it's a lie. I know I'm being melodramatic... I'm leaving a time zone, not leaving this earth. But I'll miss the little details: Thursday night dinners, coffee runs, the curry nazi, the salt air, the damn crows outside my window, passing out on the couch watching tv... oh who am I kidding, that last thing will happen any time, any place. The thing with planned goodbyes is that you know that really sad last 5 minutes is coming and you spend the entire night dreading it. I'd just much rather (1) avoid it or (2) get it over first, quickly, Bandaid-style. So, So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehn, goodbye, I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye. until we meet again.	Recent Posts Now I know my A-B-C's... Too bad it's your 1-2-3'... But now, not so muchPauly Shore has a new show on ... emmanuel lewisSalesgirl (at a clothing store at th... Ida Know. When I was in high school, there was th... Kodak moment. Karen's dad can always tell when som... Overheard at the bookstore:Girl: I'm looking for a... diatribe to Tom, part 1It's a shame that Tom Cruis... diatribe, part 2Cruise: There is no such thing as ... diatribe, part 3Cruise: You just communicate about... "If you've seen a spoon, you know how to spoon." ... Morning news babie goose ryan bluemouse daves son dawntaught desiree diorama emily escadawg galveric high entropy invisible cube jepgato kyellow lilly mhuang mogbert nudream starfish + coffee verbivore Archives March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 March 2007 April 2007 November 2008

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