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.

Technology.

Wow. I just found out that my iChat has this neat little feature where it ARCHIVES every single iChat I have ever had into this cute little folder. It's just been doing this, completely unbeknownst to me, for the past year. How convenient. For what, I don't know, but I guess you never know when you need to go back and read some archived iChats. Like now, for example. On October 23rd, Kristina and I had a nice little conversation about the common cold that I feel applies right about now, as I may or may not have some form of tubercliosis. It's either TB or I've become immune to ZiCam. AND I keep taking Mucin-X but unlike the repulsive Mucin-X commercial where the gross green cartoon mucus blobs get ejected from the lungs when the Mucin-X moves in, nothing's doing.

MsOpposableThumb: like cut off my toe - fine- but i cant deal with congestion.
MsOpposableThumb: they're so long and miserable
xxdaninaxx: i hate it when one nostrel is clogged and the other just breathes hot air
MsOpposableThumb: yah
xxdaninaxx: i HATE that.
MsOpposableThumb: i hate it when one is clogged and the other is so clear that when you take big breaths you have to sneeze and then your throat itches and your eyes water up and all the boogies from your clogged nostril drip out but you cant feel it cause your congested and youre just a big slobbering mess.
xxdaninaxx: yeah that's disgusting. and then you wake up with your face covered in boogies and your eyes are glued shut with eye goo and you're drooling all over yourself
MsOpposableThumb: yeah
MsOpposableThumb: disgusting
xxdaninax: i'm glad we went through this.
MsOpposableThumb: and like, its something that sounds gross and pathetic but that literally happens, like exactly that
MsOpposableThumb: which is why colds are so uncomfortable and gross.
xxdaninaxx: the end.

Mmm. 

"Yeah, I have a Range Rover and my pants are Nantucket red." - Liz on Beacon Hill residents

I could be feeling pretty sorry for myself, given that my apartment is meagerly heated by the two units below us and nothing else while my windows are already drafty enough for me to notice significant billowing in the curtains even though the windows are most definitely closed, I have more work to do in the next two days than I have had in the past two years, Operation Be Caller 103 and Win the $1000 Simon Mall Gift Card is not going well, and I have a cold that even ZiCam is having trouble fighting. 

But really, it's not worth surrendering to all of the crappiness when there's so much to love. Like, for instance Charles Street at Christmas is so beautiful that it's totally worth the extra 10 minutes in my walk home to pass all of the store windows and gas lights with all of their evergreen garlands and read bows and white lights. And yeah, my apartment's cold, but that's what outerwear is for, so now it has become innerwear and I have no reason to gripe since I bought Hagaan Dazs Mango ICE CREAM, not sorbet, and it is more creamy and delicious than all of the other ice creams, to eat in my freezing room. 

The radio contest thing is still a crock of bullshit though, because the bitches who keep winning live in New Hampshire, which should not count. They shouldn't be allowed to listen to Boston radio, let alone win Boston radio contests. That's what they have Nashua for.

We've got no heat!

One of my favorite things about the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is how Oldies 103.3 plays non stop Christmas music. I actually really love it. I have one problem though, and that is their obsession with Dominic the Donkey, which is not even a real Christmas song. It's stupid. They play it at least once an hour. I'm all for Chrismas music, especially Oh Holy Night and the Trans Siberian Orchestera, but this one I really just don't understand. Not to mention, Dominic is probably among the most decidedly human names in existence, and is therefore an inappropriate name for a donkey. 

But now James Taylor is singing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, and that is just great.

It's so balmy outside that I feel like this must be what Christmas outside of New England feels like. I can't decide if I like it or not. Obviously we should all blame the President for the climate.

The sheer volume of work I need to do in the next three weeks is staggering. I think I'm going to need to invest in a new pack of printer paper, hopefully my ink cartridges will hold out.

Last night was the American Girl Christmas movie featuring Molly. It was sub par compared to the Samantha and Felicity movies, which is a shame because Molly's WWII story probably had more tearjerking potential than any of the other ones, with the exception of Addy the slave of course, who is clearly in a league of her own when it comes to hardship.

Speaking of hardship, I registered for next semester's classes today, which was laughable. You'd think junior standing would give you options. Nope.

Um, I don't actually want to start doing all of the aforementioned writing assignments, but I probably should.

I am trying to evolve.

Whenever I'm really feeling like I don't want to do something, my favorite way to procrastinate is to go back in time and read old entries in this blog. Oftentimes, I'm not going to lie, I really just crack myself up. But then I also want to smack myself other times for being so lame and angsty for Pete's sake.

One of these days, in the name of all things Narcissus, I have every intention of buying a fresh ink cartrdige and a pack of printer paper and printing out these entries to make them slightly more permenant. I think they'd make a lovely sequel to The Diary of 1995-1998. Criminy.

A reoccuring theme I would like to call a bit of attention to is that every time I have brought up life in Los Angeles after college, it always involves subsiding on Tostitos. I really don't know why that is, it's not like Tostitos are your typical destitute man's snack or anything. But it's true, that is what I imagine eating a lot of when I become poor and Californian.

So, big news. Liz, Meaghan, and myself have finally done it. We had waited long enough. We decided we were in the right place in our lives. The timing was right. We felt comfortable. It had to happen sooner or later, but we didn't want to rush it. We were ready, physically and emotionally, to deal with whatever would result from...putting up our beautiful silver tinsel Christmas tree before Thanksgiving.

Yeah.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, in one week I will offically be on BREAK, and everyone will be in Leominster, and it will just be great. And then, the day AFTER Thanksgiving, the radio stations will start playing non stop Christmas music, and I WON'T be working black Friday at LNT (I never have, but can you imagine anything more horrible?) and maybe it will snow, and then won't everything just be lovely.

I just made two cookies out of this enormous tube of cookie dough, and I think now is the time to eat them.

Great.

Get off of me, you filthy communist.

I'm discouraged. And if I were a quitter...now would be the time where I'd be doing some major quitting.

It's terrible when the things you thought you loved start to make you want to add them to your hate list. Really terrible.

My rubber dish washing gloves make me feel like a cow insemenator.

Feminism is a nice idea, but do there really have to be so many different versions of it? Really? Let's all just pick one and go with it.

I want to go shopping and purchase a new hat and possibly some gloves and maybe even a scarf. Oh God, that's right...I haven't earned a cent since August. 

Speaking of earning cents, Linens N Things was the answer to a question on College Jeopardy last night. It was cute. 

I have to get a variety of opinions/criticisms of my screenplay, so if anyone's interested...let me know. It's only the first 10 pages.

I've successfully farted away another hour. This is GREAT.