i've realized recently just how much i loved my summer. because there are those instances when i'm sitting in a lecture hall and actually want so badly as to be standing over a xerox machine, making two copies of a prom catalog. or driving through all the one way streets in berkeley and missing the way the warm breeze would feel as you blasted music to the bumper to bumper traffic on the santa monica freeway going home. the patience your parents would have with you as you explained to them that being a part of the entertainment industry would be awesome. mom's beef stew. dad's skate shoes, sport chalet tent sales, and newport beach days spent walking along the boardwalk. my god i absolutely adore LA in the summer.

but a huge part of me also utterly adores berkeley the rest of the seasons.

and it's because you have roommates who go around posting pictures of themselves on your bulletin boards, friends who write you notes in class as if we are still in junior high, dorm friends from freshmen year who let you call them with badgering questions on the next day's midterm AND

movie nights in the comfort of my bedroom, gushing, squealing, pointing and sighing to the charisma of cary grant and the unmistakeable beauty of deborah kerr. if there has been a good movie i've seen in the past months, it has got to be an affair to remember. and i assure you girls that were here, i do cry in movies, just more so when it's late at night and i'm alone, downstairs in my childhood home, remembering everything and anything that has ever happened in my existence.