it's been too long, but thank goodness for ms. genia parks tending our literary pipeline while i have been led astray, and while my thoughts have wandered elsewhere into a pool of sake and ending with a weekend recap on the couch of green pillows.
never thought a thursday night in LA would end up at social hollywood, pictures with a green backdrop, a personal photographer, a newly acquired bestie promoter, and a night of dancing and pure fun. oh wait, not too much of a shocker. it's how we roll. especially when two months pass by.
is it possible for girls to start acting like, "guys?" or does that basically just mean, the LA, HELL-A, LA LA Land bug has yet again striked again? or two times, for that matter. victim one, the cutest girl from texas. victim two, the hand in hand partner in crime of the cutest girl from texas. whatever the case, the bite was strong, but not deep. it is strong, and we like it.
expand your horizons - that's what i said. that's what i did - learned about my passions, and learned that whatever comes out of my mouth at that very moment, at that little table is clearly what's important to me. it's all part of the learning process...and served as an example, that, yes, you can trust that a friend may actually try to have your best interest at heart. whether or not success follows. whatever the case, good food, and pleasant conversation with a new friend, is quite hard to come by. success.
the weekend proved to be a flashback with the arrival of the biggest simpson fan i know, at least, that's how it was in high school. i don't do beer. but i do the other stuff. fine, i'll play this game. sit at a table, beer hockey. really? really. watch some high school musical with one of the smartest guys i know - yay for usc grad law, and get in touch yet again, with my close group of guy friends from the land of wolverines. don't drink and drive. sleep where you need to, and drift off to sleep. he could be trusted. trust. it was present. that is what friends are for. ha. kinda.
get yourself home and bask in the santa monica/brentwood sun along montana avenue and walk twenty blocks with the boy who beat you [me] for the position of asb secretary. high school friendships actually do stand for something. especially when the talk leads somewhere that you never foresaw coming. well, kinda. and a choice has to be made. and possibilities, and questions are asked, and then you leave it as it is, and go home, and nap. you're tired.
only to get ready to eat some sushi and drink some sake. i found that i am 1 in 100. 1 in 100 people are allergic to sulfites, present in most wines, and pretty much all dried fruit. congratulations, i am that one person. the misfortunes of my life, but i took the risk anyway. drink sake, and chase a little beer. what? who did that? beer is gross. until some was left, and well, we can't waste it. sapporo, for once, you were tolerable and kinda a little tasty. rice and water. sake, you were not a perpetrator that evening. thank you. dance it off and have fun. hear the beat, shake the hips. gin & tonic, not dressed to impress, but merely have a good time. something new. HA.
he got to be a boy. what does that mean? i got jealous. a little. cross the street and go with impulse. time to get into a taxi and head to the one room apartment in brentwood.
visibly, i was a good, i am a good catholic girl, athena by association, meet the stags of claremont. flashback to, whattt? flashback to, hahaha? flashback to, awesome. flashback to, i do what i want. flashback to what would gina do? flashback to, hmm. sleep to dream, and be among the good that actually uniquely exists out there.
still, there's so much more. nothing is as confusing as the uncertainty and the doubt, and the nervousness, and the anxiety, as the readiness and the willingness, as the excitedness and the hesitancy. no. not relationships. everything. in general. e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. boldness, it comes at the best times. no, nothing is serious. but everything CAN be shared with boldness. i'm 22 years old. thank goodness for that. i get by with the help of my friends. don't let the f bomb get the best of you - slow your roll. be serious. be real. know what you want - hopefully get what you want, but get what He wants. that's what it comes down to. despite it all, big ups to the receiving 90 and giving 10.
and just like that, i found myself at the studio tonight. time to detox - my body, my mind, and refresh myself once again. it's been way too long. it's all too fast. no time to rest. it's a big weekend coming up. every moment is an opportunity. i learned that i don't like beer, i don't like when intentions are poor. i do like people who respect, and people who can be honest. i don't so much enjoy high school games, but i do enjoy effort, and, playing with the big guys, and doing what i want, and being able to do what i want. and for what is coming up next.
who would have thought.
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