Me. Right now. But with a much less cuter ass.

(Source: saul-goodmans)

First, I have to say it’s been both the best and the most traumatic year in my life, but I find myself saying “traumatic” and “worst” nearly every year, but eh. That’s the manic depressive in me clawing her way out. (Ignore her.)

But in a nutshell, this has been the year of, *drum roll*: the amazing internship, The Boy, TIFF, being the greatest editor who ever lived, getting into The Worst Argument With My Parents Of All Time reaffirming how badly I need to move out ASAP, meeting and interviewing and sitting beside Ryan Gosling @ The Ritz during which he flirted with me for about 1.27 secs (at which point I stopped breathing) and I still refuse to believe that he did (let’s be honest, when he says anything it sounds suggestive, but when you’re lovesick over the Goz from the womb like me, you’ll believe he wants to whisk you away to Disneyland if he so much as voluntarily glances your way), losing The Boy who actually turned out to be An Asshole, endlessly applying to grad school leaving my life in the hands of middle-aged hipster admissions department heads, standing next to Michael Fassbender’s ass, quitting my job at the library because there is not enough time in the day, a little bit more TIFF, a lot more editing and writing, and about a million other amazing little things and horrible things and messy things and wow. This year has been amazingly good, bad, and fucking ugly.

And yet, when I think about next year, well, 2012 will be much bigger than this year, because it will reek of graduation and moving away and a new school and a new job and and new people and new everything, so it may very well top this year (let’s hope). 

Have a fabulous year, guys! :{D