Besting Borat?

What a shame our eight-woman delegation is not representing Kazakhstan. I was so looking forward to dressing as Borat. NOT.

I'm so excited about our NYC trip. We leave next Saturday! I just picked out my seat on the airplane--a roomy exit-row seat. Yes, that means I'll be in charge of shoving people out the door if anything goes wrong, but nothing will.

It's my first time on this particular airline and I'm very excited. I've heard great things about it.

I am so ready to get wild. I feel ready for the world and can't wait to find my niche in it.

Where do I begin?

I am coming alive again, piece by piece. My graduation party plans are being set. Most of the people I love and have known for years will be there. More than celebrating my graduation, though, it will be a celebration of my wellness and triumph over bipolar disorder. I'm inviting two of my doctors, and sending grad announcements out to several others.

The people in my life have meant everything to me, going back to my earliest memories. They are the fabric of my life, and it means the world that so many of them will be there.

It saddens me that some friends have passed on and won't be there: Uncle Art, Vladimir, and Brian, to name a few.

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