Fools rush in...?

So I think I'll give this blog thing a try. I've been running on the idea that my mind's pretty sharp and that I'll remember what I need to (I'm definitely the type to say "Why do I need to take a picture? Eventually the pictures will be the only things I remember about this trip/concert/high school graduation!") But, as I've found with essay-writing, it never quite works that way: the brilliant word or transition or paragraph I think of and think is so brilliant that I have to remember it later is lost to the recesses of my incredibly strange brain within minutes, and any attempt to reconstruct it results in bad imitations and anger at myself for neglecting to write it down in the first place again. It's time to swallow my pride and admit that I'm forgetful, and no admission worth its salt isn't accompanied by some measurable resolution that will guilt one into sticking to it! So I hereby resolve to keep a journal and to write some of these memorable things down.

I've got a lot coming up in the next half-year! After dreaming about it for the 2+ years since I decided to come to UGA, I was accepted to Grady College's Cannes Film Festival study abroad program a few weeks ago. It's just about all I think about these days. I also did the adult thing and got a real job for the summer as an editorial intern at The Atlantan magazine. I'm definitely excited to hobnob with (hopefully not) snobs in Buckhead, but of course I won't be getting paid and will need to take up my less-glorious job as a morning manager at Hollywood Video in Johns Creek in order to pay for gas, get some fancy new clothes at Lenox, and generally be worthy of hobnobbing. And then in the fall I'm studying abroad again, this time in my capacity as English major at Oxford! What a busy little bee am I.

I look forward to this half-year of frenzied jetsetting and commuting, shmoozing and hump-busting. I'll hopefully make some great friends and memories, learn a lot, and somewhere in there find the time to figure out where I'm going for the next however many years I'm living. Very anxious about that last one--more to come later as, per usual, I'm feeling a bit too confused to make any sense of it right now. And too confused to write a pithy conclusion to this journal entry. So, uh, that's it for now.