One minor car accident involving an aggressive pastry truck driver, two fights with random people, too many hours in the "Disneyland for Adults" aka IKEA, one encounter with a feisty murphy bed, one trip to the hospital and a couple X-rays later, and I am finally in DC.

Yes, I am a California Girl, and always will be, but I have to say, it is beautiful out here. Everything looks old, and not old as in rotting and shanty old, but dignified and distinguished old. And the landscape is so green and lush, which is probably due to the insufferable humidity that soaks you the moment you step out of you air-conditioned sanctuary. But it does make things look quite nice.

I walked to my new school yesterday to buy the book for my summer math camp; you see, I'm trying to be responsible and get my mind back into math before the class actually starts, since the most cerebral-activity I've had in the last year can be attributed to Lonely Planet's writings on Thai beaches. I walked around campus, and still couldn't believe a school that looks like this admitted a person like me.

I start monday. Here's to hoping I remember what a differential equation is before then!