Routines. Give me my passport NOW. First love.

I bought my ticket to Beirut today via Aeroflot Airways. Out of all the places that I expected to fly through to get to Beirut, I never in a mil would have thought that I'd have a layover in Moscow. So random. Right now I'm also having passport issues because the U.S. Department of State can't get its life together. I applied for my passport at the end of March, so please tell me why, up until now, I still do not have it. Not ok, at all. Not to mention I still have to get my visa. If I don't have my passport/Lebanese visa in hand by June 18, someone is going to get a mega bitch out.

On a not so lighter note, these next three-ish weeks that I have left in New York are going to be really stressful. I'm tutoring 6 students on top of babysitting and an on-campus work-study position to try to make up for the fact that I'm not going to be able to work for the next 6 months. I feel like I have so much to do and so little time to do it.

I'm soo excited to be leaving for so long, except for the obvious fact that I'm leaving a lot of people behind.

I can't believe I'm turning 20 in less than 30 days. I'm soooo old.

I feel as if time is slowly slipping away. Although I never stay in the same routine for more than a semester lately, it's scaring me how I easily slip into each succeeding schedule. My most recent is waking up, saying good morning and goodbye to my adorable Japanese roommate (hopefully that wasn't too politically incorrect), work at NYU Special Sessions with Ryan and Nikki Rox, then babysitting at Grace, then tutoring. Then hanging out for a little while, then going to bed. Then doing it all over again. Part of the reason why I'm so excited to go abroad for 6 months is to always be able to explore something new, something I didn't know before. Soo ready for it.

I get to legally drink while in Lebanon. I don't know whether or not this is a good or bad thing. Probably is a bad thing. Sooo ready for it.

Hopefully Lebanese men in Lebanon are different. And hopefully I'll be able to go safely clubbing in Beirut without my friends' worst fears coming true. And hopefully I'll be able to tell the U.S. Department of State's latest Travel Warning for Lebanon to bite me at the end of the summer.

You know you love it.