high school "friends."
Actually, I’ve decided I’m just going to be a hermit. So I don’t have to worry about hanging out with anyone.
Doesn’t seem to care much about the big picture (unless we look good in it, get tagged in it, and can put it up on facebook.)
Swing into the sunlight. Venice Beach.
a man and his dog.
We met the dog first; a fluffy brown bear whose leash was tied to the wheel chair the man sat in. He had to be the sweetest dog I had ever met, smiling at everyone, content to curl up by his master’s chair, loving all the passers by who bent down to scratch behind his ears. “I’m Grahmling and this here’s K.O.” the man said. “That’s his first name, and his...
I wrote this for my bestfriend’s...
i'm a fatty.
Me: I'm getting off the phone cuz I want to eat cookies.
Kaleb: You can stay on the phone...
Me: But then I can't eat cookies!
Kristi: GO EAT COOKIES!
Yesterday my new “smart”phone’s gps got me lost in my own hometown. Three friends and I were driving in circles trying to find the right freeway and the right streets, and no re-rerouting helped. It wasn’t until my friend went old school and used the map, that I realized the park we were looking for was some place I knew how to get to all along. As irritating as wasting gas...
An afternoon at the spa, then tapas at La Luna Negra. Oh yeah. And I’m a flamenco “dancer.”
Happy birthday to the ground!
ikea is for playing.
Mom and I are goofballs. Today we traipsed around Ikea coming up with ridiculous uses for every bit of vague furniture. I stuck a red wire bowl on my head, did a little jig, and told her it was a hat. She said no, and proceded to shove heavy ceramic dinner plates between the wires, topped it off with a bowl, and said it was a drying rack/plate dispenser. She then attempted to convince me that her...
I will drop by the Mexican cafe on my way home to pick up Oaxacan hot cacao- sweet, hot, creamy, and bitter- just because it’s nine o’clock on a Saturday night and I feel like it’s necessary. I will proceed to enjoy said drink slowly untill eleven with no care to it’s calorie content because it is delicious and good for my soul.
Adam Pasion, Grow Lush sounds for the night. Buy...
Growing up we had a tradition of camping each summer with our family friends 2 hours up the California coast. It was a way we bonded and a way our parents marked the years. I have fond memories of our teeth chattering as the icy waves splashed over our skin, and waking up to rice cooked over the open fire. This year’s camping happened as planned, but instead of packing into the vans, my two...
I will travel to meet faces, not see places.
in the library.
A phone keeps ringing the four notes from Star Tours. Will someone take me to Disneyland please?
It’s amazing I made it through my last year of highschool/freshman year of college without turning into a zombie. Even though there was only a three hour difference, having to wait up to talk on the phone now feels like strange brutal torture. I’d stay up till midnight waiting for his free minutes to start, and then we’d talk for hours and fall asleep on the phone, three hours...
I like to think I’m a foodie, but sometimes like now, all I want is a big bowl of orange-y kraft mac n’cheese.
Because I want to keep this a personal journal, and I already like over 2000 posts, let me introducte you to introduce you to my sub-tumblr! Inspired by my genius friend, this is brown paper & string; created so I can reblog all the pretty things I like such as food, fashion, nature, and food. She’s the baby sister of bloom.time and she is very pleased to meet you.
dancing with myself.
Sometimes I just want to dance, and I have absolutely no skill in dancing, but when the mood hits there is no shame. I will boogie down regardless of where I am, what song is playing, or who might be watching. Tonight’s venue was Forever 21, and the show consisted of the sprinkler, bottom wiggles, various shuffly feet things, and a failed attempt at shimmying. All hail Ck, the dancing queen.
10 seconds of nerdy awesomeness. Tesla Coil- Griffith Park Observatory.
jackpot summer job.
I get seperated from my boys all summer so it felt so good to teach today. My new kid is a riot. A tiny rocket of a red head who spews out words a mile a minute, and confesses that she uses her “good ear” and watches her teacher’s fingers to figure out piano songs instead of trying to read notes. My professors warned me this would happen. That one day I’d get a student...
three hour jet lag.
It’s a strange thing. I can’t tell if I’m still fully jet lagged or just distracted by the internet; I just know that the moment I close my eyes, my mind starts racing and it’s game over.
why packing is impossible.
Me: Wanna help me pack?
Kristi (Kaleb's little sister): I'll sneak into your luggage.
Me: You can't. It's too small.
Kristi: Yes I can... but mom said not to...
Me: Get off my bed, I need to pack.
Kaleb: I thought you wanted me to talk to you.
Me: Yeah, but you're on my stuff, sit on the other bed.
Kaleb: I'm not an animal in the zoo!