All By Myself

I worried that I would choke and no one would be there to save me. Or that taking out the trash by myself every week would be too hard. Or that sleeping by myself every night would scare the crap out of me. But tonight I realized how much I love my fabulous little life. I can walk the "runway" that is my living room in nothing but my underwear while watching America's Next Top Model. I can sing at the top of my lungs in the shower to Backstreet Boys and Celine Dion. And on a Friday night when all I wanna do is drink a cup of tea and simultaneously watch 20/20 and Anderson Cooper, no one thinks I'm a dork. Oh and who could forget making dinner while wearing a towel. Who would have thought that those Saturday morning omelets that Jesse provided this summer would actually inspire my culinary skills?

I might not have a gorgeous husband to come home to every night...but right now I wouldn't trade my Boston solitude for anything else. Except maybe a In-n-Out neopolitan milkshake.

Part of My World

It all makes sense now why God let me get into BU. He knew that I would be on the East Coast for a year and a half which includes these next four months. And he knew that The Little Mermaid was going to be hitting Broadway. He wanted me to be there. And the only way I would actually have an excuse to got to NYC to see it is if I lived a three hour car ride away, rather than a six hour flight.

I really think at this moment all my dreams have come true. 46 days and counting.... Now if I can just find someone to go with!

Blown Away

That fan I thought I would never use again because it is now so freaking chilly...ya new use for it....fanning out my "kitchen" so as not to set off the fire alarm yet again and have to have the guy across the hall come over and make it stop cause I'm too short to reach it.

For the record my only encounters with the people in my building include meeting everyone the day I locked myself out for an hour and a half, the smoke alarm debacle, and falling through the door with a package in my hands and (luckily) into the arms of my fire fighter. I've only been here for a week.

It's something about that twang

Who would have known in a little hidden Irish pub in Boston that my long lost favorite country song would come on. I'm even thinking about spending the 99 cents to download it. Blake Shelton where have you been? If you come back, know this....

"If you're calling bout my heart it's still yours
I should have listened to it a little more
Than it wouldn't have taken me so long to find where I belong."

And you know what's cool? Austin sounds like Boston. So I can put it in the song when I sing it and make all the IRA members in the pub look at me like I'm the craziest person they have ever seen. And that's something.

Back in Beantown

Well it's hard to blog about Boston Creme Toni when Toni was in Cali all summer. But now that she has left the land of everything good to the land of why the hell is there no Mexican food anywhere she has some great material to work with!

Hmm...so a recap of my first week...would require about an 180 minute full length feature film. Mom actually said at one point that my life is straight from a hilarious movie. I wanted to throw the phone onto the Mass Pike. Then I realized having no form of communication would possibly just add salt to the wound.

To keep things simple I will say this. I have no car. I have no sense of direction. I had no house. And the Statehouse Program is about as intense as a Category Five Hurricane. My first weekend was spent walking about ten blocks in the heat in heels and with a suitcase in hand balling my eyes out because I still had twenty more blocks to go in two minutes to make it to my rental car. I've learned that people can google me just like I can google them so I won't go into all the details of that day. But I think it had a promising ending. We'll see come next week.

I've had just about every emotion known to man in the past week. But somehow have managed to stay somewhat alive and coherent. My lesson has been that I need to leave about two hours before I need to be anywhere to make time to get completely lost and then call my parents or sister or Jenn and find myself back on track.

The weather is still as bipolar as ever. Yesterday it was 95 degrees. Today the sun is nowhere in sight.

Oh yes and I am in the land of gold shirt wearing BC maniacs. Dar how did you ever do this? My favorite new coffee shop is right across from BC so all I see is undergrads running around. As much as I thought there wasn't a huge age difference I am feeling it more and more. I wonder if this means I should give up on Zac? He is only 19. And apparently likes nakey pictures of his girlfriend. Apparently innocence nowadays can't even be found on Disney.