Another Move.

Last Winter:



This Winter:



Next Winter?



Ok...so I'm not complaining about the move. I've been so lucky in the last five years: St. Andrews, Annapolis, Santa Fe, Silver Lake, and now Vermont.

But I do have to move to Vermont in a few weeks...nine weeks. And it is a fifty-something-hour drive. And it looks like Ben H. is going to stay in L.A., at least for the summer, even though we are doing really well and are planning to stay together. He applied for a paid (PAID!!!) research assistant job at USC in a neuroscience lab studying memory binding, had an interview, and is waiting to hear back from them. If he gets it, then he definitely won't move with me, and if he doesn't get it, then he should stay here anyway and try to get another research job. There aren't, sadly, an overabundance of neuroscience labs in Bennington. As usual, it's all very up-in-the-air, which I hate. I like plans. And certainty.

So I am going to Bennington. Since I found out that Donna Tartt went to Bennington, I just keep thinking about The Secret History, and am unable to picture Bennington as anything other than the forest where Bunny was killed.

Surely pre-med students don't have time for murder?


Or do they?

Finished season four of The Wire...oh staggeringly brilliant tv shows...why do you have to end? Only one season left.

In case you haven't been reading the comments on Brad's blog-I thought this was worth restating: Brooke (of American Idol pseudo-fame) is not lovable. She is annoying as hell. Only Brad could possibly like anyone that nice.



Ugh.