i got tired of waiting

'Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.' 

-JD

where the fuck is my copy of this book?

climatic?

I'm pretty sure the highlight of my night was flirting with a gay boy in an attempt to make him my gay best friend who I can take shopping with me. The exact words that were used went along the lines of 'anyone who can pull off cowboy boots needs to rock them.'

I'll keep you posted on this one.

gilded

Having no plans, roommates (or life, apparently) on a Friday night led to a late night happy hour with the mean girls crew. 

Realization: you're only truly screwed up when you're sleeping with a married man (and find that empowering) or when you're planning on leaving your dream job at a Big Four firm to move to London and be a bartender. Or call girl. 

Apparently your 20s is when you're supposed to do things like this. Make mistakes, come back with stories that command/scare the hell out of an audience and wonder where your potential went. 

...meaning me having my life figured out and knowing what I want is all wrong. damn.

hellfire.

no really. i always imagined the apocalypse would include talking aliens and the second coming of someone important, but instead it decided to burn down the delinquent branch of my high school.

...okay, maybe it's too soon to joke, but really. when you're told you might have to evacuate, and an epic forest fire could cut through the canyon and head towards your house at light speed you really have to think about what you'd take with you. my sister grabbed the harry potter books and ran. i took my favorite shoes.

makeup junkie.

So apparently I buy my makeup in regards to how relevant it is to my life.

Example:

My favorite lip sticks are rebel and media. Put them together and you have my future career.

My most amazing eye shadows are drama (shocker) and label whore. typical. Does it surprise anyone that I rarely use the one called trinity?

And the blush I swear by is called sincere. I guess there's a glitch to every theory.

all that glitters.

First day back in LA and:

1. i got a parking ticket. bastards.

2. i saw someone driving around apartment side in a rolls. i need to be their friend. stat.

3. i met lorelai gilmore. my life is now complete.

i fly like paper.

I forgot about this thing. I think most people did. I promise I'll get better though, I might even start spilling my guts online which might make my future in the real world less successful than the fab life I covet. (although, generally it takes a really awkward moment, a game of 10 fingers, or +5 years of knowing me for me to spill my guts. I'm like the sphinx. rawr.)

In any case in the past month I:

-turned 21. hellz yeah.

-went to vegas. pre 21. suckas.

-narrowed down the grad school list (and decided firmly against berkely since they'd probably laugh my fashionista ass right out of the mud hut that is their grad school.)

-...and cut off all my hair. 

I still can't decide which of these is the biggest accomplishment. Maybe it's my new collection of over sized rings.

More to come: fluffy and cq meet the giant balloon dog, the prodigal journey back to la and all that comes with it---primarily the love triangle of which I have somehow made a square.