I'm done with school. I'm tired and cranky and mourning the loss of my beloved Long Beach. I am also excited for the next couple weeks of traveling with Steph and Jen. We're in San Francisco getting ready for bed at Jen's friend's house. I kind of really want to cry and smoke a cigarette, but I'm trying to quit smoking.

Blogging has not been easy for me for the past few weeks. There's too much. I haven't been able to express myself at all, in any way.

The past two days were so relaxing and good for my soul. We spent them with my friend Frank, who over the last couple of weeks has become one of the best friends I could ask for. He picked up all my shit in his truck and put it in his garage. Then Steph and I packed boxes for shipping while he made us an amazing dinner. Then my favorite bar for the last time and an amazing dance party followed by a slumber party. Oh man, so good.

It's crazy seeing Steph's face at all the spots I've been hanging out at for the past two years.

Tomorrow we go to LAKE TAHOE. I'm excited, but I'm kind of afraid of myself right now. I want to be a good travel companion, but these damn nicotine cravings and my life being so up in the air right now have got me all crazy-feeling.

Denielle, keep us posted about the Riley baby. I have to go to sleep. See you all soon.