I am moving to Boston. Heeeeeeeeeeeeello.

Alright, people. It's been a LONG time coming, but I have finally been forced to make a decision. I overnighted my deposit to Boston University today. Correction, my mom did that. I was nannying.

So, who can believe it? Let me just say not me. I am going to let everything out for a minute, because I need to, and because I feel like it'll be funny to look back in a few years when I have realized that Boston really was the place for me to be. But, for now, I am still feeling a little whiney about the fact that I am moving there. Just a bit. Used to be a lot.

A few lovely months ago, I was up to my neck in flute stuff. I mean, I still am, but I think I had gone certifiably insane. I auditioned for graduate programs at UNT, UT, Michigan, Boston University, and Boston Conservatory. Where did I want to go? UT or Michigan. Where did I get in? UNT, BU, and BoCo. I feel like a little kid with a popsicle and some mean adult yanked it away from me, ya know? I wanted this, I wanted that, and I got THIS, instead. Perfect. I was put on the waitlist at Michigan, supposedly "at the top." Let's have a little heart to heart here and I'll just say I really had my heart set on going there after I went out for a visit. Just being honest. My audition went fabulously, the teacher was dropping lines like, "when we work together in the future," "you are going to fit in so well in our studio" and "tell everyone you aced your audition." Would you walk out of an audition feeling good about yourself after that? Yeah, I did. I didn't think twice about my Boston auditions, nailed them anyway, and did not plan on returning to Boston anytime soon because, hello-- I was going to MICHIGAN. All ready to name drop. Then I got the letter saying I was waitlisted at Michigan. I was furious, had a rough time, blah blah blah. And the reason I apparently didn't get in was because a couple, who happened to be gay, said that neither one would come without the other, so I lost my "spot." If you are honest with yourself, that has to sound a little bit unfair. And I kind of felt that way.

So, I was faced with waiting for 2 months to find out if I got taken off the waitlist, and I still don't even know. I called and emailed and called and received a few responses, but nothing concrete, and ended up feeling like a groveler and not very wanted. Nobody likes that feeling. And I narrowed down all of my other choices to Boston University. The deadline for BU is tomorrow, so I decided to forget Michigan (who needs them anyway), and take a shot in the dark. All signals are pointing to BOSTON!!!!

And let me just say, my life has been a real comedy for the last few months as everywhere I go is somehow associated with Boston or Michigan! EVERYWHERE! Seriously. Here is an example of one of my days early on in the waiting process:

-Sunday evening: home teacher talking about his upcoming trip to Boston. Just what I wanted to hear.
-Monday: I walk past a kid in the library with a Michigan shirt on.
-Monday Lunch: The kid behind me in line starts talking about how he is from Michigan. Grrrrreat. Not a sore spot at all.
-Monday Evening: Running to the grocery store because I am out of food, thinking I am escaping everything and wandering aimlessly down each aisle. Overhead I hear this song come on, which I put on my little playlist over there to show my Boston spirit, and it talks about going to Boston, starting a new life, and no one knowing my name. Hello IRONY! I put looked up to the ceiling and whispered in a rather incredulous way, "Really? Not for just two seconds?" (If you know me, you know I'm not afraid to "talk to myself" all the time).

A few more random things. I was going to possibly accompany my little sister's honor choir on a song and I asked what the name of it was and it was "Goin to Boston." Yippee. I've seen license plates, baseball caps, and met people from there IN UTAH. Not that it's really unusual, but I swear everyone with Boston paraphrenalia has made it a point to stalk me.

Things I am worried about in Boston:
-I pretty much don't know anyone. Good thing I'm friendly most days.
-I have to live in a CITY! I am from FLOWER MOUND, TEXAS. What is wrong with this picture?
-There are scary people in big cities. I am little and not scary. Opposites attract.
-I'm going to a good school, but it's not one of those star schools that you just dream about going to.
-Where am I going to live? How will it all be affordable?!!?!
-To take a car or not to take a car. That is the question.
-Will I meet friends that are as great as my old friends?
-And if you know me, you will know that my twig of a body is freaking out about the cold.
-Seafood, Bleh.
-Culture shock!
-I'm worried about change.

Things I'm excited about:
-Living in a big city! Yay for trying something new.
-The music scene in Boston is fabulous!
-Free tickets to hear the BSO from BU.
-Classy people... maybe? i.e. Harvardians, MITians, and smartie pantsians.
-Starting fresh.
-Being different.
-Having a new flute teacher! (I love Dr. C., but I'm excited to learn new things!)
-I will HAVE to get a bigger, better coat. It will also have to be cuter and awesomer. Yes.
-I will be able to say that I have been to Boston in the fall. Apparently it's cool.
-I will live in a place where people should legitimately want to visit me. That means YOU.
-Starting a flute studio there. Hoorah. If you live in Boston and want to take lessons from me, just give me a jingle (You wouldn't, because I already said I don't know anyone there. Sweet).

So, watch out Boston, because HERE I COME!!!!!

Dear Diary.....

So I am back home in Texas unpacking all of my junk-- there is a lot of it. Judy is cleaning out the attic and found a few boxes of my stuff. Today we found a real gem. My diary. Here are a few funnies

Entry dated 5-26-94

Dear Diary, I need to tell you something inportant. Ms. Stevens (the PE teacher) is going to have a baby and when I'm in third grade. But not until late January or early February but I wonder how she's going to exercise when she's fat.

Another one without a date

Dear Diary, Today I did a lot in the car. It's summer we had to go to a lot of places. It wasn't fun.

10-10-94

Dear Diary, Today is a bad day my dad said "since you where bad for the babysitter your grounded. I got off one minute after. My sistter got off 5 minutes.

11-19-94

Dear Diary, Today is boring. I am just going to the store at 11:00 o'clock but now I talked smartie to my dad so I'm up on my bed. I hate it. I can't wait till 11:00 o'clock.

Okay, so not that funny. But kind of. There was also an entry where I was really mad because mom said I had to start practicing the piano at 6:25 in the morning. Travesty!

And I'll post about graduation soon. Weeeeeeeee!

A few words

Here is my top ten for this week:

First, I love the warm weather. Hooray for T-Shirts, flip-flops, and hot dogs (I am going to eat one sometime because I feel like it is warm outside when I eat them... even though they are bad for me).

Second, the downside to this weather is that the overcrowded testing center is reakin! Like woah. And the outside of our apartment smells like barf. Why?! Oh, and I feel like I've seen a lot of homeless people today, too. Does that have to do with the weather?

Third, I have a great future ahead of me. My roommates and I went to Pei Wei on Friday and my fortune said: The World Will Soon Be Ready To Receive Your Talents. All I have to say is, "Are you ready, world?"

Fourth, Sarah and I are going to pick up our caps and gowns tomorrow morning early, because we want free T-Shirts. We are suckers for that kinda thing. I mean, come on, don't you want a free t-shirt that says BYU Alum on it? Don't ask me for mine, because I am keeping it.

Fifth, I still don't know where I will be living in 4 months.

Sixth, American Idol is on tomorrow night. I am still upset that they saved Matt last week. Hello, he is not THAT great.


Seventh, my roommates had a little "surprise" birthday party for me last weekend, which was just the cutest! They all got me such great presents, too! Seriously, I really liked everything-- they just know me so well! I can't believe I will be 23 next week!

Eighth, I wish I had a new dress for graduation, because I like new dresses for occasions such as this, but I decided to return the one I bought in an effort to be thrifty. I rock.

Nine, speaking of spending money... I also have the urge to buy all sorts of cheesy BYU paraphernalia right now. Creepy.

And ten, I took three finals today and am officially finished here at BYU! Tender.

Oh and eleventh, I just remembered, we had a gas scare in our apartment complex Saturday night around 11:45. It was awesome. It smelled absolutely ridiculous and turned out to be fruit from Thailand or something. Who orders fruit from Thailand? And naturally my lovely roommate, Sarah, who has already come up with every possible way she could die, flipped out. I was laying in bed and Sarah starts the usual freak out, we're going to die routine, so I got up, opened windows, tell S she won't die, and went back to bed. And, behold, she was alive on Sunday. Miracle. She probably IS going to die without me. Being roomies with her has been good for me, because it has forced me to be the stable one in the relationship. :) Hopefully she doesn't kill me for this post.


And here are some AWESOME pictures from my birthday party. Seriously, how cool are we?

Last day of school!

This is me on my first day of Kindergarten at Indian Creek Elementary school. Presh.

And this is me today on my last day of school at BYU. Not quite so presh, but look how big I got! My mom always says she is surprised I actually grew!

Can you believe I am graduating from college?!!?!

What will I do now?!

Easter Message

This is a really great message.

Decisions, Decisions....

I am going to make the biggest decision I have made in a long time, or quite possibly in my whole life, this week.

Kinda freakin out.

Don't worry, you'll know when it's over.

Enjoy April. It's the best month. The End.

The Soundtrack of my evenings

It goes a little something like this.....

Kiss... kiss... kiss.... smooch... smooch....smooch....smooch....awwww....kiss...kiss.....peck...peck...peck.

EVERY NIGHT!!!!!!! And no, it's not me. You wish. We wish. I wish. It's our lovely neighbors across the hall. Delightful people really, but every night you can expect to hear a little somethin going on outside our door. I don't think they realize the walls are paper thin. Sometimes it goes on for like half an hour. Such smackers!!!!! Keep it down out there! I understand the whole kissing thing, but really, that loud? My roommates and I like to play tricks on each other by locking the door, so that hopefully one night one of us will come home and have to fiddle with our keys and talk to the smackers. It hasn't worked out yet, but it will someday soon. I'm gonna vote for Sarah to win this honor. Lucky girl.

And this week at FHE we dyed easter eggs. I've had egg salad sandwiches for lunch twice this week! Here are some pictures of our adventures. Can you guess which eggs are mine? Can you tell what I spend my waking hours thinking about?

These girls are crazy!



And, just FYI, I still have NO idea where I am going to grad school. Believe me, when I do, you will know. And I will be relieved. But I don't know.