you know what's weird, crys? reading about things that happened to you instead of hearing about them. this whole long distance thing makes me sad. but ANOTHER boy, eh? ;) i guess my Christmas card drawings are pretty accurate.
On the way to LAX:
taxi driver: so how long have you been in LA?
me: about 4 months.
wait.
5 months.
no.
6 months.
6 MONTHS!
holy crap, Crystal! i feel like we have at least 2 years worth of stories to tell.
back in D A L L U S:
where are the palm trees? it's so cold, and why is everything so brown? ahh yes...it's winter...i forgot.
coming back home has made me realize how much i've changed. even after all of the sleepless nights, fsi frustration, poor decisions, hollywood exhaustion, empty wallets, and the busted up pipeline, i wouldn't trade a moment of the last 6 months to be here in this place. don't get me wrong. dallas is a great, but after growing up here and knowing nothing else, i'm done. it's a bubble, and i actually feel sorry for the people stuck inside...but then again...they don't know that they're stuck so i guess it works out. maybe i'll find my way back one day...but for now, LA is home :)
on a completely random note, Clay Aiken needs help writing songs:
whatcha doin tonight?
i wish i could be a fly on your wall.
if i was invisible,
then i could just watch you in your room.
not creepy at all. reminds me of the weird-glasses-the simpson's-writer man. gross.
time to gear myself up for yet another meal. this time, III Forks. jealous, nels?
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