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To My Musical Soulmate
8 March 2011, 7:38 pm
Filed under: Life

The first time I saw you was at my favorite band’s gig. You said hi to one of my friends that tagged along with me and I had seen you at school, but didn’t see you since. Then last semester, you wound up in my thesis class and turns out your pretty much everything I would want in a guy: similar music taste, same major, and so down to earth (despite being from a privileged background).

Watching your fave band with your arm around me pretty much made my night on Saturday. Then you fell asleep holding my hand. I can’t help but think it was all the alcohol we drank. All this just makes me like you more and more and I’m scared because I’m started to feel like I did for that idiot over the summer. The same confusion and angst about caring for someone who most likely doesn’t feel the same way. But you’re a good person (unlike him) and I know you wouldn’t just be using me as an emotional crutch.

I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I want you to like me the way I like you.



this has never happened before
29 May 2010, 4:57 pm
Filed under: Life, Music | Tags:

I never thought I would say this but FOALS made me cry this morning. I was listening to Spanish Sahara and out of nowhere tears started coming out. It took me a while to realize what was happening. I don’t know … I think it just really touched me.



Broke
25 May 2010, 12:24 pm
Filed under: Life

I am so poor after living in England for four months. I need to pay off loans, my new Mac, and my credit card bill. Thing is, I don’t start working until mid-June!!!! It’s so frustrating not being able to make money ASAP. I want to pay things off, buy things, be like, normal. This is so frustrating. I want my job NOW!



Mixed Signals
19 May 2010, 5:23 pm
Filed under: Life

I’ll give you the short version of (one of) my broken hearts in England.

I liked a guy at a coffee shop, thought he liked me because of all the looking at each other, looking away, side glances, smiles, grinning, showing off, etc. turned out he had a girlfriend, leaving yours truly totally gutted. I drowned my sorrows in Coke (and Fanta when I ran out of Coke) and Sailor Jerry. Totally had to avoid that part of town the rest of my time there. You would think I would be safe from awkward encounters, but NO. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. One day I was waiting for my friend to come out of the bathroom after we ate at a cafe we frequented in another neighborhood, when out of the corner of my eye I see him and someone else about to come into the cafe. One of the most stressful moments of my life. I hid behind my hair and faced the wall next to me. They finally left, so I could breathe again. Why do these things happen to me? Did I mention someone I met was best friends with his older brother? Yeah, FML.



Hiya
18 May 2010, 6:07 pm
Filed under: England, Life

So I haven’t written on here in ages. England has come and gone and I’m really depressed about it. I left Oxford at seven in the morning on Saturday, took a cab to Heathrow, and took an eleven hour flight back to Los Angeles. I got a little teary eyed when I said bye to my friend. Not really cuz I’ll miss her but more cuz I’ll miss Oxford so much. Right now, I can see myself living there, despite the awkward encounters with people I would rather not see and people telling people you’re avoiding where you are. I swear there’s like no personal space. But even with that, I fell in love with Oxford and I didn’t want to leave. I guess I’ll post memorable experiences on here. Boys, friends, frenemies, enemies, weirdos, you know the usual.



Aeroplane
14 November 2009, 3:04 pm
Filed under: England, Life

I bought my plane ticket for London today.
It’s making everything seem more real now.
When I was paying for it, Oasis started playing in the background. That can only be a good sign!

 



Mosshart
3 November 2009, 9:54 pm
Filed under: Life

Alison ‘VV’ Mosshart, originally uploaded by elvislocke.

I was on the SDSU campus today and I noticed a Dead Weather poster on a bulletin board. I got really excited because I thought they might be playing a gig there, but it was only an advertisment for their album. I made it my mission to leave the campus with one of the posters of my hero,  Alison Mosshart. SUCCESS! Now, I have to find a place to put my new poster without interrupting the harmony of my room. This is going to be a bit hard.

Today, I also bonded with one of my professors’ husband because 1) he was tall enough to reach the Dead Weather poster and 2) he seems the only other person in San Diego to know what a hipster is.