Last night I found out that my friend died.

I've read all of the articles and emails informing about the car accident and the drivers and they all say that it was Monica that died.

But I don't believe it.

I mean, I still have texts from her on my phone.
But they say she's gone.
This isn't real.

Back in Massachusetts, and here I was with all of my spring clothes from home, thinking the time was near to crack open the box of maxi dresses and flip flops.  I was hoping for a little sunshine, a little hope for an end to the days of freezing under six layers of clothing.

But oh wait, then we got a snow day.

Today the public school district cancelled school, and Gordon cancelled morning classes.

This is great, but I'm so sick of snow.

Right now looks like a lovely mix of sleet and snow coming down outside of my window.

Ugh.

Just when I was starting to think the end of winter was near.

Freaking March.  Always the worst month.

But at least I have a day to apply for internships and do my mountains of homework.

Yay snow days...but please let this be the last one.

Say Goodnight, Gracie.

I knew this day would come, but I had hoped it wouldn't.
One of those things you push to the back of your mind, knowing the time is creeping nearer and nearer.
But it has come, and I need to accept it.
I've arrived at the last episode of Will & Grace.

Season 8, episode 23.
There it is, sitting in a tab on my internet browser, calling my name.
But I just can't do it.
It was nearly a year ago when Greg introduced me to Will & Grace, and I've been hooked ever since.
And it has taken me almost a year to get through all eight seasons.
It's the greatest show ever created.
And as soon as I finish that episode, it will be all over.

So so so sad.
But the good news is that in putting off the last episode, I've been re-watching the first season and realizing that I don't remember any of them!
Candida at its finest, ladies and gentlemen.
I suddenly identify so much with Kesha's constant need to watch and re-watch Friends.
I get it.
Anywho it's 1:35 in the morn aaaaaand I guess I should be sleeping or something.
I don't know why it's just so hard to sleep in my room in this house.
Tomorrow I'm venturing to Philadelphia to spend the night at my cousin, Tamarah's apartment.
I haven't seen Tamarah in a long time and I'm excited to catch up.
And then the next day I'm picking Kesh up from the bus stop and taking her back to my house!
Soooooo excited.
She'll understand me so much better after spending a few days with my family.
They're the greatest.
So so strange, but the greatest.
I'm going to try out this sleep thing now I suppose.
Goodnight, friends!

Spring break is upon us.
Meaning, I'm in Jersey.
Much has happened in the two days that I've been home, but possibly the greatest experience was seeing Oz the Great and Powerful in theatres today.
First of all, the movie was fabulous.  I was expecting it to be good (I mean, it's Disney) but the effects and the camera work and the colors were just so so great.
But the real treat was the theatre.  For all of the time that I lived in New Jersey, I went to the same ghetto movie theatre three minutes from my house.  It's my movie theatre.
Sometime between Christmas break and the last few weeks, the theatre was renovated and turned into the most amazing movie theatre ever.
I'm serious.
So instead of the typical stationary rows of seating, each person gets their own red leather armchair that automatically reclines with a footrest at the push of a button.  In fact, these are the chairs:

Aren't these sweet?!  So Homie, Heather, Lucia, and I went out to the movie and hopped in these and oh my goodness it was wonderful.  Also, the movie was in 3D so that was pretty awesome also.
But shoot.
Shoot.
I just can't handle how amazing this movie experience was.  Even Homeboy said he wants to start coming to movies every weekend.  He was exaggerating, but such a claim was a big deal.
It was so great.
Also, tomorrow I'm taking a blast from the past and working at a concert in Pennsylvania.
In high school I used to work pretty frequently with my mom for local christian concerts, and tomorrow I'm doing it again.
I haven't worked a concert in at least three years, and I'm super excited to go.  I have the greatest memories of meeting people and learning things about lighting and soundboards and instruments.
I'm excited.
I'm also really really tired and I'm pretty confident that half of this post is pretty incoherent.
But hey, I'm not gonna proof read anything (but really, do I ever?).
Time to snuggle up with some Will & Grace.
Goodnight, friends.

So pretty much everything about being a com major is awesome.  We make films, write stories, and have to watch movies for homework.  It's great.
However, there are a few downsides to 'doing film'.
One being the equipment.
We have beautiful cameras that we can check out at no cost (unless we break them, which you might as well give up right then and there since these things are worth half of tuition), but they are heavy.  And I live far away. 
Not even far, I mean Gordon is a small campus.  But from the arts building to my dorm is pretty much as spread out as you get at this school.  And when you're carrying all your film crap, going back to your room is a trek.  Not to mention the fact that you're never just carrying a camera.  Where there's a camera, there's a tripod.  Or a dolly.  Or a shoulder rig.  Or all three if you're getting fancy.  Then you have sound, which is probably a boom mic and zoom recorder, then lighting which is a massive case.
And then you have all of the fun accessories, like thirty pound sandbags and extension cords and bounce boards.
Which leaves you with a ton of heavy expensive equipment, and no chance in hell that you can make it up to your apartment carrying it.  So you have to leave enough time to get your car, load in gear, unload gear to apartment, park your car back in the furthest possible parking lot (because when are there ever spots near your apartment?) and walk to wherever you need to be.
Anywho so that's one setback to being a com major.
The second is the reason that I have all this time to rant about my concentration.
The software.
Again, we have the best software and I know that I'm really lucky to be able to use it whenever I need, but right now we are going on hour two of my reformatting my film clips so that they can be uploaded into Final Cut Pro.  Two hours for four clips.
I have six left.

So that's setback number two.
Other than that, a communications major is pretty much as good as it gets.
Happy Tuesday!