T'is the season.

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around."

Just like starting over.

I feel like I'm too young to have a mid life crisis. To decide my career's not for me before it's even begun. But the more I sit in class listening to teachers ramble on about marketing strategies, share of voice, costs of campaigns, the more I realize that I don't give a fuck. I just want to make up crazy and unique ideas for advertisements. I don't give a shit about the actual product. One class has inspired me this week though: my photography elective. We watched a documentary on the most fascinating woman, Annie Leibovitz. She's worked at Rolling Stone for years and has lived the most exciting life. She got to travel the world and take photos of rockstars. She was on a first name basis with John Lennon. She went on tour with the Rolling Stones. Hunter S. Thompson was her mentor. Why can't my life be like that? Because it's not the 70s anymore. 2010 fucking sucks.

You've got a bad case of stupidity.

I don't think I'm stupid, trashy or needy enough to attract any of the boys at Sheridan.

And I'm completely okay with that.

I've had the time of my life with you.

My amazing roomates threw me a surprise party for my 20th birthday and it was probably one of the best nights of my life. I am so thankful for them and all of my friends. (Even if they did cover my face in whipped cream)

It's a love story.

It's official, no boy can make my heart flutter the way it does when I think of England or look at pictures of it. I will never love anyone as much as I love my dream.

Jump back to me anytime.

I'm so excited to see her.