Buckle Up. . .It's Gonna Be A Bumpy Ride

Los Angeles. What comes to my mind when I think of this city? Glamour, Celebrities, Parties, Paparazzi, Rodeo Drive- essentially all of the images straight out of a scene of Entourage (which just happens to be one of my favorite shows). Today, I move to this insane city for the next four months. Hence, where this blog comes to play.

I’ve always been a huge fan of the blog. I subscribe to a ridiculous amount and read them incessantly. I love reading about food, hockey, fashion, entertainment, public relations, football, you name it. Since I harbor this love, I’ve decided to actually try writing one and see how it goes. Now I’ve never been an insanely good writer, but I’ve learned throughout my years of school to come to enjoy the blank page. My hope for this blog is to provide a little entertainment about my time in LA, perhaps a little insight into what it’s like to be a twenty something living in the midst of excess. I love being entertained and that’s what I want this blog to be.

Now a little about me:

I’m junior at Boston University- currently spending a semester “abroad” in L.A.

I’m a public relations major with a minor in French.

I’m a magazine addict- I read fashion, food, sports, news, anything I can get my hands on.

That said, I LOVE reading. . .I spend a ridiculous amount of money on books.

Oddly enough, I’m not a fan of libraries- there’s something about that old and used book smell that I can’t handle.

I love to cook and bake. If I ever need to drop out of school, I’m opening a Pâtisserie.

I am a MAJOR hockey fan. It’s in my blood. GO PENS!!!

I have moved 16 times in my life. Sometimes just 1 block down the street, other times from one state to another.

I’ve spent 16 years of my life in Western PA, and will never in my life live in PA again.

I love shoes. So much so, that I devoted an entire suitcase to bring to LA.

I have a wedding obsession. It’s not normal how excited I get when new wedding magazines hit the stands. My fav: Martha Stewart Weddings.

As I sit on the plane writing this, I still don’t think the next few months has hit me yet. It probably won’t until I get out of the airport and drive towards Park LeBrea (my LA home). The nerves didn’t hit me until about 4 am, east coast time, as I stood in the shower thinking about everything I couldn’t forget (good thing I was thinking this because I almost forgot my credit card and my running shoes). BOOM, the nerves came and suddenly I felt my feet getting very cold. They’re still there, like tiny Mexican jumping beans in the pit of my stomach. But there’s no looking back now, we’re crossing over the mountains and I must embark on what it sure to be a wild ride.