nurture versus nature

Shit, I think I'm slightly, slightly lactose intolerant.

according to certain tests, i am also blair waldorf

The past three weeks have verified two facts about myself I have long suspected:

1. I have an addictive personality. (Case in point: Greek.)
2. I am both a perfectionist and an extremely impatient person.

In other words, I am becoming my mother.

guilty pleasure #25: i secretly love it when lyrics describe my current state of being

And all I do is talk, talk, talk all day
I'm laughing my life away
I'm staring at the sun again
Till everything's fading

It's like a swollen summer
What if I'm getting dumber?
What if I'm in denial?
What if they come and cop my style?

Downtown in the clear
All I know is nothing ever changes here
And I know there's no excuse and no defense
But my summertime never ends.

-- The Bravery, "Swollen Summer"

Since I really have nothing of meaning to say (because, let's face it, I've done absolutely nothing productive since I've come home for the summer and I intend to keep it that way until I leave for Viet Nam), I'll just put up pictures.

Here's the background for my desktop at the moment:


Which replaced this one:

The colors for some reason are messed up for my Andy Warhol one, but you get the general idea.

I'm always slightly curious about what people have as their desktop backgrounds, I guess because it says a lot about the owner's personality in the same way dorm room decorations tell a lot about a person. (Side note: It's weird to think that my best friends in college, when they leave campus for vacation, go home to places, houses, rooms that I've -- for the most part -- never seen. It's like seeing only the end result without knowing what shaped it. I love it when you learn about how somebody grew up or meet their family and it instantly clicks as to why they are who they are. But I guess, in general, I'm a pretty visual learner, so as much as I like hearing stories, it never really becomes fully "real" to me until I've seen pictures.)

Speaking of pictures, this will be me when I'm living in Prague:

let's not even think about the sorority rush process

Welcome to the awkwardness of reuniting with old high school friends during college vacations.

confessions of a wannabe globetrotter

It's an interesting coincidence that the only two languages I've ever formally studied -- French and Czech, which I will be studying during my upcoming Fall 2008 semester -- are also the only two languages where they spell "Lucie" for "Lucy." Maybe my parents are secretly psychic.

Anyway, here's a quick rundown of where I will call home for the next eight months:

June 6 to August 10 - Hanoi, Viet Nam
August 30 to mid-December - Prague, Czech Republic

It seems that my life so far has been governed by my not-so-subconscious motivation to get as far away from the Midwest as possible. That said, this blog is essentially going to be a travel/personal journal for the duration of my time abroad (and possibly beyond).