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.
