Twelve.

I had a weird year! Things were, like, different sometimes. Like, I had to learn how to depend solely on public transportation to get to places, which is difficult to achieve when you live in a more rural than urban area. It took me two hours to get to school a lot of times! And my school is only a half-hour drive away! And speaking of school, I'm finished forever, which is very weird. Also weird? I technically acted in a scene with Tina Fey this year. And I moved into a house with friends, which was sad when my dad was sad, but happy because this is the first time I've ever lived in a more ~on my own~ capacity. I GOT TWO CATS. I creeped on cemeteries, like, all of the time and became as goth as ever while simultaneously falling in love with a new boyband (ONE DIRECTION, YOU GUYS). I got to nanny the two dope babes I babysit as, like, a full-time job for, like, a month. I made more of my Internet friends into real-life friends and made better friends with my already real-life real-life friends. I watched Friday Night Lights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And sold my Buffy the Vampire Slayer series box set to afford rent one month :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(

And now I'm temporarily sitting on a bed in Los Angeles, unemployed and poor and with nothing on the horizon. I'm a little bit freaking out, man! Will I have to move in with my mom? Will she even let me? Will someone in this city hire me as a live-in nanny so I can move here immediately and start trying to be a dumb screenwriter in the land where everyone wants to be a dumb screenwriter? Will my cats hate me for being away from them for all of these days? Will I come home to puke and piss everywhere in my room?

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