I really wish they at least had one redeeming sports team...

“The home uniforms are so beautiful they make me weep… this is a B+/A- at worse, and it just reminds us how horrific the past decade has been.” –Washington Post

So, after a whirlwind trip to the opposite coast and a surprisingly small amount of deliberation I have decided to go to American University over Emerson. I am COMPLETELY obsessed with Boston; I loved it before I went this time, and I will continue to think of it as one of the best cities in America, most likely forever. But unfortunately I just didn’t really jive with Emerson. I realize that’s a bit of a cop-out answer, but the actual semantics of my decision are pretty boring.

Short breakdown:

Emerson American

City Great! I love DC

Money Minimal Full ride, plus a stipend to be a

TA. (I really like people/places that like me)

School Filled with everybody’s working

squealing theater kids

Plus American is a one year program, but it starts way earlier than I was ever expecting to move. I wish I could say it was a hard decision once I got there, but American just felt like a much more logical decision. A ‘good fit’ if you will.

While the decision is easy, and I can’t wait to start, I am already dreading moving AGAIN.

Sometimes I play the ‘how can I take the most cliché photo possible’ game; and by sometimes I mean a large majority of the time. This is mainly because cliché pictures are super easy to take and for the most part, are cute slash don’t run the risk of offending anyone. That being said, at the end of the day, you can only look at so many snapshots of a tree branch (not counting the fact that I don’t even like pictures that don’t have people in them. Caveat – some sort of natural disaster or something else cool)

For the most part I can count on one hand the amount of minutes I have spent taking such pictures of coffee mugs and things that I like. But I also hope that people don’t assume that I LOVE taking these boring images (a-la the homepage images for my portfolio)

Moral of the story, I finally picked up my Canon from my folks house and I forgot how much I lloooovvvveeee it. Seeing as how I have yet to find any breaking news in my sleepy little neighborhood I was resigned to snapping a few shots of what I was doing this morning.

Like all mornings: Drinking Coffee

Not like all mornings: I think it is finally bright enough out (on some days) to start using my little Diana-mini without a flash (which I refuse to buy, because it’s bigger than its diminutive little owner-the Diana, not me)

Off to washington

Last week I posted about my impending grad school career and strangely a lot has changed between then and now.

I received acceptance letters from not only Emerson but also DePaul University and American University, who has offered me a full scholarship.

This has put me in a bit of a bind unfortunately. Emerson was always my number one choice, but it was definitely my ‘reach’ school (along with American for that matter). They have the exact program I want and it is in Boston, which is where I ultimately wanted to live for at least the next two years. But now that American has offered me a ton of money I feel compelled to at least see what they have to offer.

So, within the next few weeks I am off to get the sales pitch from both schools and hopefully upon my return I will know what I am doing with my life next year.

I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining, because ultimately this is what I wanted all along.

The big boss has been in town this week, so it is a lot of running around and staffing special events. This generally has been leading to long hours and general brain exhaustion from talking to a million people.

Beyond the fact that I am exhausted when I get home, I have been meeting amazing people, left and right.

With graduation quickly approaching like a speeding train, I feel like I need to make as many contacts as humanly possible.

Schedule for the week: Today-Women’s Leadership Luncheon and then a reception with Debbie Wasserman-Schultz (awesome)

Tomorrow-Congressional Art Competition

Let the schmoozing begin!

I have always had a soft spot in my heart for small, underrepresented European countries (which makes sense, seeing as how I spent 4 months in Finland)

I especially love when people from said underrepresented countries find themselves thrust into the international spotlight. There is no better example of this than my most favorite Blazer of all time (along with Clyde of course) Arvydas Sabonis.

This giant, white, Lithuanian man with a funny shaped head was a strangely integral part of my childhood.

While Sabonis played a number of good years with the Blazers, it was his unsung achievements overseas that really demonstrated this Lithuanian ogre’s athletic prowess. Come on, can Brandon Roy proudly say that he was crowned Mr. Europa, two times running?! (no disrespect, I am an avid watcher of The Brandon Roy Show)

Finally, this year America took note of the amazing man, with the unmistakable haircut, that is Arvydas Sabonis, by inducting him into the hall of fame.

I couldn’t be more proud.

Breakfast is easily my favorite meal of the day and over the course of the past week I have been eating my favorite breakfast-type foods much more frequently than usual.

While my sudden uptake in scrambled eggs could usuall be attributed to a whole slew of environmental factors, this week it is Passover. While most Jews in America use this week to stuff their bellies full of cardboard-like matzo in all its ‘tasty’ forms, I use it as an excuse to eat eggs multiple times a day.

One of my favorite places to look for breakfast themed inspiration is on the blog Simply Breakfast. I try to only read it around a meal time because to be honest, any time I look at pictures of food for an extended period of time I end up getting pretty famished (or at least I convince myself that I’m famished, a skill I seem to have perfected after 21 years of living with a Jewish mother).

While Passover is one of my favorite Jewish holidays, I can’t wait to be able to eat some good old-fashioned oatmeal.