the weeks before

just picked up my visa at the consulado general de chile. no problems.
busy programming my new ipod. can't concentrate enough to read, can barely hold a conversation. too distracted by all the upcoming changes.
who will read my blog? who will care? how will i feel when i get to santiago?
now, it just seems like my life is ending and a new one will begin when i arrive. perhaps i will become a new person there. seems unreal, but i guess that's what youth is for. am i up for it?
oh. and good riddance to the bigoted, racist, homophobic, anti-woman, anti-poor, terrorist, murderous, lying 'president' reagan, and shame on all the sentimentalizing bastards 'mourning' his death.