Back in Black

It's been a while, dear friends. Ever since my return from NYC, I haven't felt like myself and, thus, haven't felt the need to blog. I don't miss the city, I don't miss the people, I don't really miss anything at all right now. This always happens when I cross the continent - I get into a sort of existentialist funk. The past few days have been spent listening to Jennifer Hudson's new single, lunching with my mother, indulging in Dina Lohan's insanity, drinking cosmos (i know, how thoroughly disgusting of me) and flirting with the idea of forgoing my education entirely and moving down south, to Savannah. My days would be spent sitting on my porch, drinking mint julips, raping the old southern honey bee next door of all of her wisdom, and wading in creeks. To me, that sounds much more enlightening and worthwhile than rotting in a classroom all day.

I've become so bitter. My salvation is my job (thank you, US Weekly). My intern cohorts are incredibly savvy, incredibly sweet girls. My boss, Jenny, is a gem. I feel blessed to be working in an environment that I value.

I will be writing my first film review tomorrow, I think. I've been so boring lately, I haven't been seeing any movies or seeing any human beings. Note to [fabulous] self: don't become a hermit and answer phone calls.

For now, though, I'm enjoying my own company. I haven't been alone in a while, a long while, so it feels nice to just be...exactly that.

Alone.