I'm not the kind who needs to tell you just what you want me to.

Today I gave Emerson my deposit to secure my position in the LA Program for Spring 2008. That used to sound SO far away, but now I feel like it's catching up to me pretty quick. So I guess in a mere year from now, I'll already be finishing my last semester in Boston before the golden gates of California welcome me and my little dreams with open arms into the land of Hollywood opportunity.

Right. I'm sure that's how it works. Ask ANYONE.

Regardless, I'm excited/terrified at how real my predicament is. I could easily be a homeless and unemployed aspiring screenwriter/production assistant/TV production graduate in a little over a year. 

Criminy.

Speaking of California, while I used to be really jealous of Elliott and Michael and E.T. when they got to go trick or treating without any coats ruining their costumes, I really don't think Halloween would be as awesome outside of New England. The beautiful, well kept brownstone on Joy Place I walk by every day secured my feelings on this matter, because they changed their normally white window lights (which are on 24/7 and are sneakily fixed on the inside of the many windows, between the curtain and the glass, to prevent creeps like me from looking in) to yellow, green, and orange ones and then put really fancy Halloween cutouts in the windows that get lit up by the colored lights and just look so cool. I can't wait to see what they do for Christmas.

I love it here. I love being with my friends and my proximity to the Whole Foods dessert bar's apple crisp and the fact that Marie Antoinette and The Prestige lived up to my expectations.

I'm pretty upset that Reese and Ryan have gone splitsville, though. Not going to lie.

Of all the things that are going away.

Today is Wednesday.

Wendesday is supposed to be one of my favorite days of the week. No meetings, no shows, no waking up at 6:30, no coming back from campus at 10:30. 

Wednesday is NOT supposed to be the day I have to spend studying for a godforsaken exam, how is it possibly midterm already? 

Wednesday is supposed to be for LOST, not for waking up to the sound of Steven the Mouse (pray to God he's a mouse) chewing on the wrapper of the peanut butter crackers that sustained me all day yesterday, the wrapper that I ignorantly left in my bag like a fool, like a fool, thinking I was safe. Steven lives. He is tangible. With a secret escape route from my room.

Wednesday, and two day weeks in general, should definitely not be this horrendous.

"Dishes, Kitchen, Bathroom, Getting Ass..." - The 50 Garden St. Chore Chart

Alright.

I was legitimately surprised/upset when mine was NOT one of the 300 names picked to recieve tickets along the red carpet for Oscars 2006 in February. Hmph. I really thought I had that one. 

On the plus side, I was able to get my LA Spring 2008 application in 53 minutes after it became available online, so with any luck, I'll win the Oscar Lottery NEXT year, and I won't even have to buy plane tickets. I bet that's what fate is waiting for. Fate wants to save me a couple hundred dollars. Sure. 

I'm glad I got to see Babel tonight, it was basically yet another vingette film that makes me never want to set foot in Mexico, ever. Love those.

I have a feeling all of my involvements are about to come crashing down, cartoon anvil style, onto my head, causing me to become 2D, get little birds flying around my head, dissolve into ashes, etc. etc.

I hate Media Criticism and Theory, probably because I don't get it, because the readings are a snorefest. All I wanted to do was write my first paper on what "paradimatic signs" and "semiologistics" make E.T. magical. I thought that would suffice, but then my adorable little Asian professor with an affinity for air quotes had to complicate things to the max.

Time for Nazi mouse comics and bed. That's f-ed up.