"Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake" - Wallace Stevens

When I graduated high school, I thought I knew everything about myself. I thought I knew what I wanted and to what extent I am willing to go after it. However, after my first year of college (about 2,000 miles away from my small town in Texas) I find that I have lost some of my drive. I find myself hiding from what I love- just because I'm not the best (or as unique as I thought). Four months ago, my best friend Darla asked me to run off to New York City to take a few courses at NYU with her. This was the PERFECT opportunity! Boyfriend nearby: YES. Editing classes: SWEET. Living with the girl who knows my worst moments: AMAZING. So now I'm here. So this is what I know about myself so far:

• I'm an Electronic Media Major, trying to find my concentration- probably editing?
• love makes you more "huggable" - especially when all ya'll do is cook! :)
• I make mean fajitas
• It's still too soon to make a movie about Nazi Zombies in the snow attacking teenagers
• I can't remember shit when I'm drunk (let alone sober)
• I know what it feels like to find someone who really cares about you, even when your mean drunk, crying, or PMSing