Hey.

Wow. November.

Last time it was May. Stuff's happened since then, let me tell you. Or actually, let me not. Because I don't feel like it.

November is my last full month in Boston, I basically have forty-seven short days of student-dom left before packing up my new teeny little Civic and driving it to California. WHAT?! Weeks go by incredibly fast, and as of right now I'm measuring them in pages that need to be written, teeth that need to be removed, vaccines that need to be administered, midterms that need to be feebly paid attention, Thanksgivings and Christmases that need to be celebrated and I guess, coats that need to be sold? 

I'm betting that everyone who's ever been in this situation says the same thing, but I really feel like I'm almost living my life in the third person, watching all of this stuff happen and disappear before I even have a chance to react. And it's scary, but I love it, and I can't complain, because really, it's what I want to do.

I've realized this year how much of who I am is a direct result of where I've lived. The little part of me that loves a good comfort zone is constantly reminding me how much I love Boston and its proximity to everyone and everything that's wonderful and familiar. I know that when I leave, a solid chunk, if not all of my heart will stay here and initally, I thought that that might be a problem. Then I figure, heartlessness in L.A. might not be the worst thing. 

I think I'm ready. 

Oh, Livejournal. These archives ever fails to entertain. Or, incidentally, serve as particularly excellent source material for projects, not to toot my own horn or anything. Half of the stuff in here I couldn't make up if I tried. But I've already said that a million times before.

Woah.

So I guess I'm a senior again.

?

THAT'S weird.

Since February:

Okay. March got kicked off by a sweet vacance a Paris, which was awesome and then March ended with a sweet apartment fire that was obviously not so awesome and resulted in athsma and a strange post traumatic stress that is basically Liz or me being compulsive about opening the door to whoever knocks at whatever time of day/night in case it's the firemen again. April was neat, too, can't really complain, and here I find myself in May looking forward to summer on Beacon Hill, selling high quality outerwear to Boston's elite, letting it all hang out at Natalie's fashion show and attending my first EVVY Awards as a nominee which, I mean, I could play cool about, but for lord's sake I'm just too excited/shocked to contain myself. Yeah. AH!

I wonder when I got to be such a big kid. I wish I knew where all this time goes when it passes so darn fast. Too bad pensieves aren't real. Of course, by that I mean, too bad I'm missing out on a world in which they ARE.

Fools rush in.

So I've just been lurking around, commenting here and there, reading other people's entries without much of my own to say. This is a decently old Livejournal, going on...four years? Holy Moses. 

Anyway. Kristina updated, and it reminded me that I haven't. SO since December...things have gotten REAL, and in an effort to procrastinate (THIS is what I used this for, now I remember) I will list them.

1. I am so legal, which is way more fun/convenient than I anticipated.
2. This is my last real Boston winter for awhile (this is where it goes downhill).
3. I only have a few months left to bask in the glory of a Beacon Hill address before I have to move to Allston in the fall. Fallston. Ballston. Anyway.
4. I have to become a real person soon, or at least, as real a person who majored in Television Production can hope to become. This means: a job that is not LNT, depending on whatever marketable skills I've acquired while at this fine institution to get me said job, and existing outside of Boston in a foreign state for the first time EVER.
----The font got different on this, I'm noticing. It's bigger. And darker. Hmm. I'll continue listing. It's been awhile, you're all excited to see that I'm doing this, I know it.
5. Speaking of Los Angeles, I'm in need of an L.A. adventure sometime before the aforementioned, hopefully -permenant- relocation next January, and I'm excited at the prospect of that, because apparently EVERYONE has been to Los Angeles except for me, but I'm ALSO excited because...
6. I'm going on an impromptu trip to PARIS in nine days for spring break. DID SOMEONE SAY NUDIE PENS?
7. Because of said trip, I am now destitute (only fiscally, I'm sure that I'll make it all back in sheer joy/experience)
8. I need to figure out whether I should stay in Boston or go home to Leominster/LNT for the summer. This is a big one. I'm so up in the air, I'm almost in orbit. 
9. The Oscars are Sunday, ohmygod I love it.
10. I feel like I should have 10 items on my list, but I can't think of an actual one, so whoops.

That's all. I'll try to be more responsible with this than I have been lately.