I'm going home to Boston next week, for a little vacation. My most favorite person in the world is turning 4 years old, and it's been way too long since I've seen him, my grandparents, my uncle and my sister. I hope I don't have too good of a time and purposely miss my flight back to Los Angeles. No matter where I am in the world, home will always be Boston. My accent, my attitude and my appreciation for culture, intellect, public transportation, music, warm weather, bookstores and east coast fashion originate in Boston. And don't I forget it.

This morning, I woke up
Feeling brand new and I jumped up
Feeling my highs, and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking
And I've been thinking - I've got my reasons
Just to get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by

It's time for me to rejoin the movement. I'll see you on the other side.

It's official- white people in LA are crazy.

And this one crazy white woman almost caught my pointy boot up her ass.

There's really been nothing to write home about. I've been working, cooking dinner, reading, spending as much time with the boyfriend as I can. We started going to church, so I guess that's new. And I've taken an interest in really old but classic films- Casablanca, Citizen Kane, The Graduate, just to name a few favorites. But otherwise, nada. I guess it doesn't matter, since people have been dropping off Xanga like flies. Maybe it'll be my turn soon.