Day 48: Next year's Maneater ed board is perfect.

Shoutout to Bia and Mitch who made my internal freakout today a little less painful (and both got the editor positions that they totally deserve).

But really... Check this out:

GUYS THAT'S ME. RIGHT WHERE IT SAYS MOVE. SEE IT?

Anyway... We have such a rockin' group of people running The Maneater next year, and (sappy moment ahead — consider yourself warned) I legitimately feel so blessed to be a part of it. 

Let's do werk next year, kidz. Maneater 2013-2014, here we come.

Lesson learned: next year's Maneater ed board is perfect.

(Now commence freakout mode when I realize that I have to run the next issue of MOVE/write a story for the magazine I'm interning with this summer by the end of the week/I don't know maybe not fail my classes.)

Day 47: I am completely and utterly obsessed with all things California.

Earlier today I made reservations at a San Diego hotel for a super short road trip that my sister and I want to take at the beginning of summer. The extent to which this thrills me is a little insane.

I don't know, man. Something about the sunshine/palm trees/ocean air/West Coast vibes just have this ridiculous allure for me. Virtually anywhere in SoCal = my favorite place to be.

A little throwback to when my best friend and I made our first no-parents, six-hour road trip and spent our spring break on Mission Beach.

The only negative thing about California — that I've found, anyway — is that they don't have exit numbers on the freeway, which I didn't realize until I was making the drive to San Diego instead of my parents. Who doesn't have exit numbers?!

Lesson learned: I am completely and utterly obsessed with all things California.

(Except for the lack of exit numbers.)