i have a strange family. no really, even with three people, it's slightly odd. my aunt, cousin, and grandma are visiting so the house is kind of crowded. not to mention i drove home. so i come home, in a daze almost after having sung the maroon 5 acoustic album at the top of my lungs in the car driving back from jenn's house and see a sleeping bag on the floor of the master bedroom. and the door wide open. does no one like to close doors these days?! and why is that weird?
1) my dad's in the guest room
2) my mom's on the floor
3) i have a queen size bed
i feel slightly bad. i'm a horrible daughter. i command the cars, the rooms, the phone. hey it's my homecoming. so what if it's only been a week. and i live in a living room! let me enjoy my queen and doors for three days. not that living in the living room is bad or anything...yet. haha we shall see.
for some odd reason i can't access the web address for my photos on shutterfly with my mac. UGH i'm so computer illiterate. so no pictures from new york yet. but i have them all in iphoto and developed and on my desktop as a collage! god it was so much fun. i love my gals. and joey.
i think it becomes harder and harder for me to leave LA as i get older. which is really strange becasue it's supposed to get easier. but bear with me, i'm going to babble...because i've been driving all day and i've been waking up at 8 every morning and because jenn and i just watched a horrible movie (stupid angela said it was good). it's not that it's hard for me to leave, i do so without tears shed, without feeling completely depressed yes...but it's like my heart ain't all there. it's somewhere...here, amidst the beach, buried in the sand at newport, in an apple green tea from tenren's, under angela's living room couch, next to my fluffy new pillows...along brea canyon cutoff on the way home from brea (by the way, the best drive to listen to the garden state soundtrack).
in a nutshell, i'm a big baby and i love being home. i think my parents think i'm insane. they just shoo me back to berkeley and tell me to stay there. how sad is that! but anyway, i'm going to end this post due to extreme exhaustion and well, a need for a nice hot shower. yeah our apartment shower sucks.
i promise, pictures will come. and no, i did not get drunk in new york. i'm a good girl. seriously.
1) my dad's in the guest room
2) my mom's on the floor
3) i have a queen size bed
i feel slightly bad. i'm a horrible daughter. i command the cars, the rooms, the phone. hey it's my homecoming. so what if it's only been a week. and i live in a living room! let me enjoy my queen and doors for three days. not that living in the living room is bad or anything...yet. haha we shall see.
for some odd reason i can't access the web address for my photos on shutterfly with my mac. UGH i'm so computer illiterate. so no pictures from new york yet. but i have them all in iphoto and developed and on my desktop as a collage! god it was so much fun. i love my gals. and joey.
i think it becomes harder and harder for me to leave LA as i get older. which is really strange becasue it's supposed to get easier. but bear with me, i'm going to babble...because i've been driving all day and i've been waking up at 8 every morning and because jenn and i just watched a horrible movie (stupid angela said it was good). it's not that it's hard for me to leave, i do so without tears shed, without feeling completely depressed yes...but it's like my heart ain't all there. it's somewhere...here, amidst the beach, buried in the sand at newport, in an apple green tea from tenren's, under angela's living room couch, next to my fluffy new pillows...along brea canyon cutoff on the way home from brea (by the way, the best drive to listen to the garden state soundtrack).
in a nutshell, i'm a big baby and i love being home. i think my parents think i'm insane. they just shoo me back to berkeley and tell me to stay there. how sad is that! but anyway, i'm going to end this post due to extreme exhaustion and well, a need for a nice hot shower. yeah our apartment shower sucks.
i promise, pictures will come. and no, i did not get drunk in new york. i'm a good girl. seriously.
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i agree berkeley sucks. but it's your last semester of college. make the most of it!
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