i cannot begin to describe how much i enjoy getting paid to sit.  i'm re-reading philip pullman's 'dark materials' (it's been a long time) as i sit in my mom's office. there are no clients, and that's the way i like it.

conforming to a popular trend, i guess i'll talk about the end of my semester/sophomore year. academically, this entire year was amazing. IU is pretty fantastic. i am double majoring in French and Journalism with a minor in Art History.  i made Dean's list both semesters and still had a lot (like a shit ton) of fun. i am only taking 5 classes next semester, but they're very 'core' so i will be busy. i'm living above a restaurant with a good friend, melissa. but before fall semester even begins, i am going to london.

for two months, i'm studying london architecture and learning about medieval london. both of my classes are on the same days, monday and wednesday, so i have a lot of time to travel. i've taken out a loan (wait, is that right? do we "take out" loans? i guess...) so i can fly all over europe. ALSO- i did get a job. it's actually my existing job with urban outfitters; it all depends on immigration giving me a stamp that allows me to work. i also plan to fall in love and never come back.

when i stop and think, it's weird. i'm growing up. i see the way i have changed, and i see how different things affect me.  i learn more about myself every year, if not every month and day. i'm slowly evolving into something, and while i don't know exactly what that is, i'm excited to find out.

i leave the country june 9. i turn twenty june 12. while i am excited to have the drunken birthday a year before most, i am a bit sad to let go of an age attached to youth. i'm eager to experience 20s and 30s, but i will miss being a teen.