No. 70: Good points, some bad points

"Think of Baltimore. Small city."

I've officially started the application to Mason.
I know this is going to draw a lot of flack, but it's my decision so you all can deal with it.
There are so many reasons why, it's a bit overwhelming. Coming to Mason, financially makes way more sense. Even if I don't live at home, either live in a Mason dorm or find a place for myself, it's about 4 times cheaper for me to go school in VA. But likely, I'd live at home, which would be free, making it 5 times cheaper. I would also probably go insane, so I'd like to find a place to live in with Tess or someone. Other reasons include the fact that while I love Hopkins and think I'm getting a pretty good education, I can write anywhere. No, no Glen Blakes or Alice McDermott's at Mason, but still-- I'll get writing instruction. And probably be able to actually write a lot more. Downsides include: having to take stupid requirements involving quantitative math (ick), the majority of Mason people, the enormity of it. But there's a way bigger art scene, I'm closer to my best friends and MBC, and I'll have more money for after school, where I'll probably either travel or go to a culinary arts school and get a degree as a chef.

It's a bit of a mess right now. We'll see if I get into Mason first, and then go from there. Right now, it's just an application. I'm def. finishing the year out at Hopkins. It'll take that long to convince the 705s not to hate me for leaving.

Today was filled with excessive amounts of food. And I'm so tired now!!! Absolute food coma. My aunt is going to have a baby this week. Is that insane? It is! New family. Exciting.
Although this whole birthing thing (and watching Knocked Up) has totally put me off having children forever. Meh.

Trifecta outings later. And Eva. And Tess. It's gonna be a good weekend. Only have to do one reading, write some more of my (lame) short story, and finish Sonny Liston was a Friend of Mine, which is really wonderful thus far.

Started reading Breakfast of Champions this morning. Vonnegut was amazing. Irreverent. But amazing. I don't think I bought this book though, a fact I realized after I started writing my notes in the margins. I'm pretty sure it's Sam's, and I'm pretty sure he's gonna stab me. Meh.

- hannah