I’m Sad That It’s Going Away

I

love

the rain.

But you already knew that.

Gloomy Greatness

Today I was in an unusually good mood, far from my scowls and confusion I’m usually faced with these days. It was almost euphoric, today. Perhaps it was because I knew that we would be closing down the office four hours too soon, to get a head start on Thanksgiving. Maybe it was because I was looking forward to finishing up the second Twilight book, “New Moon,” tonight (more on this in the future). One thing was for certain - the weather had an enormous amount of responsibility for my jovial mood. I heard the rain break through last night while I was driving and as God is my witness, it was incredible. I even saw the lightning. Los Angeles is beautiful when it rains. The smog and fog filled sky looks almost breathtaking, like some Apocalyptic painting no one was ever meant to see.

I smiled all the way home.

When I left work today, the weather wasn’t any different and I was enjoying every single minute of it, knowing full well that in an instant, it would disappear and the sun would pierce through again, ruining my rendezvous with the rain. I wasn’t as excited about the freeway as I was about the rain, I’m sure you’ve guessed. It was clogged with cars in every which way and I had no choice but to suffer through it all. I took comfort in the fact that I wasn’t exactly heading home, but to Whole Foods to buy some Quorn “Turkey” Roast for myself for tomorrow’s festivities. I can’t believe it has been almost a year that a piece of meat hasn’t touched my lips. Of course, because I still eat fish, I’m not a vegetarian in the true sense of the word, a bit like Edward Cullen I suppose. I don’t like talking about it when people ask me why I don’t eat meat. The idea of having to explain to them my thoughts on the matter are almost unbearable and definitely awkward and painful. This isn’t the first time I’ve gone pescetarian. I didn’t eat meat for about 10 months a little less than two years ago, but when Thanksgiving came around, I caved in. Once I tasted it, there was no point not eating it again on a regular basis.

I was taking a different route this year though. I didn’t have a particular interest in eating turkey, the smell of it repulsed me a bit, so the Quorn brand of faux-turkey was my next best option.

While I tried to make progress on the freeway, the rain suddenly turned violent and vicious and unleashed a three minute wrath of hail on everyone. I was enjoying myself, but remembered back to documentaries I had watched on the Discovery channel about golf-sized hail balls leaving cars looking like Swiss cheese. I had to remind myself that this was Los Angeles, and we had earthquakes and fires, not tornadoes and killer hail.

The parking lot of Whole Foods was an absolute nightmare. I had never seen it that bad before. Parking attendants were directing traffic and people were pulling in and out with carts. I eventually found a space and quickly got myself inside, focused on finding my Quorn Thanksgiving dinner. Inside was worse than outside. I was turning claustrophobic and had to take a dive in the hair care isle to stop myself from leaving without finding anything. No one else seemed slightly annoyed by the fact that there were so many people around. Maybe it’s me, I wondered. I found my Quorn and picked up some low-carb bread as well as some Ginger Peach tea from Republic of Tea - a treat to myself.

When I left, the rain had started coming down hard, so I ran to my car, but my paper bag was soaking wet. As I settled in my car, the smell of wet wood descended around me from the bag and forced me to open a window. My next order of business of getting the third Twilight book before I finished the second one, in an attempt to satiate my appetite when I finished. That search turned up fruitless, as the only version they had was a hardcover version, and I wasn’t in any mood in shelling out $20 for my guilty pleasure unhealthy obsession for a clumsy, accident-prone girl and her dazzling, vampire boyfriend. Sorry Stephenie Meyer, I had to draw the line somewhere.

When I walked out of the bookstore, it was drizzling. I pulled my umbrella out and propped it up. I hadn’t been walking in the rain for so long. It was beautiful. The gloomy skies, the wet ground, the silence of the entire city. I walked back to my car, disappointed, knowing full well that I could order on Amazon but the wait would be excruciating.

I got home and literally devoured the second book, and didn’t rest until I was done. This whole “Twilight” thing has turned me into a raging lunatic and I really don’t know how to stop. Mostly, I’m left wondering, “Why is this happening to me!” I have my theories I guess, but discussing them makes me sound crazier than I am now, so I’ll stop.

I’m looking forward to tomorrow. I have some intense baking to do in the morning, as well tidying up and then entertaining at night. I have my hopes set on traveling out to a J.Crew outlet for their “Hurray-For-The-Holidays” sale which starts at midnight tomorrow night. I know it sounds insane, especially since it’s Thanksgiving, but you don’t understand. No, you really don’t. It’s 50 percent off clearance, plus an additional 30 to 50 percent off regular stuff. It’s going to be fun little road trip for the three of us, including my sister and Nat, since it’s about 60 miles from my house. I’m afraid that our trip might be like that one episode of “Friends,” where Monica recruits Rachel and Phoebe to go wedding dress shopping with her and they have to communicate with whistles.

When the Lights go Out

On a Saturday night I was meant to do some organizing, some cleaning, some writing and some reading. I was also looking forward to watching SNL, as I knew that Ben Affleck was hosting and he’s usually pretty great and that John McCain himself was going to make an appearance. As a side note to John: Do you really think it’s appropriate to be appearing on a comedy sketch show when you should be addressing the people of this country? I mean first Sarah Palin and now you? Cut the gimmicks. If this didn’t make it clear that the McCain-Palin ticket is literally on a bridge to nowhere, I don’t know what will.

Anyway, now that I’ve gotten that obligatory message out of the way, let me tell you what happened to hinder my plans. I was almost finished watching my newest favorite show, “Stylista,” and drinking tea when the unthinkable happened. The electricity went out. I panicked. Jason, one of the wannabe junior fashion editors had just has a nervous breakdown coupled with a panic attack that led to an ambulance hauling him away from the Elle headquarters. I was waiting to see what Anne Slowey, Elle’s fashion news director and Anna Wintour wannabe (noticed the to n’s in both their names, ha!) had to say about all this hulabaloo, but the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power had other plans for me.

It seems like this city cannot handle weather below 75 degrees. Can. not. compute. The rain that came down yesterday (and trust me, it was just a smidgen, coupled with some thunder) apparently wreaked enough havoc on L.A that power lines were down and for five hours, I sat in the dark, bored to death.

After half an hour of waiting, I called DWP to report the outage and was connected with a operator who told me they knew of the problem and that crews were on their way to repair it, whatever it was, she didn’t know, but she estimated that the time of restoration would be 7:30 a.m. the next day. Oh dear God.

At first, I thought, this is going to be so fun! I can light candles! Then, when we ran out of candles to light, boredom began to set in. There was absolutely nothing to do. I began to wonder how people lived centuries ago. I am telling you right now, I am all for going back to a simpler way of life, just as long as I can take my laptop along. I really can’t survive without it. This is not a joke. My world would crumble if I didn’t have it around. Stress would set in, I’d have anxiety attacks and then I’d eventually fall over and die.

At one point I got so bored that I started to play with wax and made a mess of the glass table. Oh well. Then, we decided to do a couple crosswords using a flashlight, and that only lasted about 45 minutes, because under the stress of having no electricity and trying to figure out the mysterious clues that are ever present in a New York magazine puzzle, I succumbed to a deep slumber on the couch, which led me to giving up hope that the lights would ever come back on and stumbling to bed.

Then, the minute I had fallen asleep, they decided to miraculously appear again! How convenient. By that time, I couldn’t function, so I went to sleep anyway. There goes another wasted Saturday night.

My not so Happy Halloween

If you’ve noticed the banner on the right side of this website, you can see that I have committed to writing 30 posts in 30 days for the month of November. It’s just a fun activity, sponsored by NaBloPoMo, otherwise known was National Blog Posting Month to get people in the habit of posting. While I would love to post every day for eternity, lack of energy and time prevent me from doing so regularly, and that’s really upsetting. So in honor of NaBloPoMo, here is one of 30 posts you will see from me in the month of November.

Let’s start with Halloween.

Hello from 1963! I went as Jacqueline Kennedy, complete with a “Rock the Vote” pin, gloves which my mother wore on her wedding day, an Ann Taylor suit, a Chanel bag and pearls. I was only a handful of people dressed up at the office, and was rather disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm. I picked Jackie O because not only have I admired her for a long time, but since it was a political year, I thought I would make a statement. A couple people mentioned to me that I should have come with blood splattered on my suite, mimicking the day that JFK was shot, but I am not suited for such attempts at trying to be gory or funny. I’m way too sensitive for it. Too much maybe. Henry was meant to be George Washington this year. I even bought felt and a curly white wig to fashion him in to America’s first president, but unfortunately, because I had been concentrating on grad school, work and writing, I didn’t get a chance to sew it. So I went and bought him a last minute costume of a ghost, which didn’t really work because he’s already white, with black beady eyes and nose.

When kids starting showing up at the door, he barked furiously, as if to say “hey, why are you on my property,” and then he got excited at the thought of people coming over, but when he realized that they were just showing up for candy and then going away, he began to cry after them. Every time a troop of snow whites, goblins and pumpkin-ofied babies would approach, he would frantically try to smell them. When they left, he was whimpering after them. He then spent the rest of the night waiting by the door for more kids. He did this long after everyone had come by. My heart melted.

When I came home after 2 hours in traffic, I found out that I had received a notice about a traffic violation. I was slightly confused, as I know that I haven’t been stopped by police for any type of violation for years. Lo and behold, it wasn’t a cop who had stopped me, but one of those pesky video cameras, that had taken photos of my car, supposedly passing a red light. In all honesty, I can’t recall if I had actually done this or not, but at that point it didn’t matter. I am now stuck with a huge and hefty fine and traffic school. I really hate my life. My plans of getting a new camera have now been delayed, thanks to Big Brother. George Orwell would not have been happy.

Karaoke in Koreatown

After a horrible Friday in which I took a test written by Satan himself, we decided to head on over to Koreatown participate in some karaoke in order to blow off some steam, as well as celebrate Nat’s birthday. We took off around 9 p.m. and began to navigate the Los Angeles freeway system, thinking traffic must have died down by that time. We were right, for the most part, however as always, there were a couple pockets of traffic that almost made us turn back and go home. When we arrived in the strip mall complex off of Normandie that housed the karaoke studio, we weren’t quite sure what to expect. We were lead to our own private room, complete with a pistachio green booth, an orange-red table and a television set. Two microphones and tambourines, as well as three song books (mostly all in Korean) sat on the table.

Although it is now a Koreatown staple, karaoke is actually a Japanese word, with kara meaning “empty” and okesutora meaning “orchestra.” It took a couple minutes for us to get used to the set up, and navigate the t.v., but once we got going, we just couldn’t stop.

Our set list included such classics as “Unbreak My Heart,” “Super Trooper,” “Devil Woman,” “2 Become 1″ and many more cheesy pop songs, including my absolute favorite, Barry Manilow’s “Copacabana.”

Excuse the shoddy photo quality, as these were taken with my iPhone. And also excuse the shoddy appearance quality, as I was exhausted by the end of an incredibly fun night. My test didn’t go too well. In my opinion, tests like these have no measure on how a student performs in school whatsoever, and they’re a complete waste of time. I might try again, but after more hardcore studying perhaps. Either way, karaoke in Koreatown took my mind off it, and as Martha Stewart would say, that was a good thing.

A Guide to Propositions on the 2008 California Ballot - 1 Through 6

Come November, I know that what is on most of our minds is the showdown between Obama and McCain, however for California residents, there are a number of very important propositions on the ballot that need your vote. After getting a call last week from Planned Parenthood urging me to vote no on Proposition 4 and then getting an email from the ASPCA calling for all animal lovers to vote yes on Proposition 2, as well as hearing Warren Olney talk about Proposition 5 on “Which Way L.A” on KCRW, I’ve decided that it might be beneficial to myself and whoever is reading this to be informed when it comes time to cast a vote on Nov. 4.

Proposition 1: High Speed Rail Bonds. Legislative Initiative Amendment

• What it means: California is congested. Rising gasoline prices and grid locked freeways have taken over the state. This act means that the state will build a high-speed train system and improve existing rail lines by creating a rail trust fund that will issue bonds totaling $9.95 billion.
• Pros and cons: The pros are obvious - we know and so does the whole world that our transportation system is horrible. These high-speed trains will not only reduce traffic, but reduce greenhouse gases. They’re also cheaper than building highways. The con side says that this will cost taxpayers $19,200,000,000. Wow, big number. That money could be used for schools, health care and public safety.
• How I will vote: Yes. As someone who is in traffic for more than 2 hours a day, I whole-heartedly agree with this proposition. People might argue that the money could be used for something else, but if it’s not now, it will be five years from now and by that time, there might be so many cars in Los Angeles that it might take someone longer to get to work than it takes me.

Proposition 2: Standards for Confining Farm Animals

• What it means: This would require that certain farm animals be allowed for the majority of the day to have enough space to move around so that they can stand up, turn around, extend their limbs or wings and lie down. Voting yes would be that beginning in 2015, the state law would prohibit the confinement of calves, egg-laying hens and pregnant pigs.
• Pros and cons: The pros in this case are obvious. Animals deserve humane treatment and denying them space is cruel and wrong. Although in my opinion, there are absolutely NO CONS to this measure, people argue that Proposition 2 would eliminate egg production and increase human exposure to Salmonella and Bird Flu.
• How I will vote: As someone who loves animals dearly and does not eat chicken, pork, beef or turkey anymore, this is perhaps the proposition I am most passionate about. As humans, it is our responsibility to protect the animals on this Earth and if I find out that anyone I know was so selfish and ignorant to vote against this measure, needless to say our relationship will be in trouble

Proposition 3: Children’s Hospital Bond Act

• What it means: This will authorize funds ($980,000,000 to be exact) for the construction, expansion and overall renovation for children’s hospitals. It is set to cost the state about $2 billion over 30 years or so.
• Pros and cons: This proposition aims to help children with leukemia, cancer, heart disease and traumatic injuries and give them a better chance for life. The con argument again, is that people’s tax dollars are going to fund this while millions from a measure in 2004 for a similar cause remains unused.
• How I will vote: Most definitely yes! I am so tired of Americans complaining about taxes. This is why people in Europe have a better quality of life, including universal health care. Because of taxes. I would rather pay taxes, so that I can go to the doctor whenever I wish than seeing so many people who cannot afford health care.

Proposition 4: Waiting Period and Parental Notification Before Termination of Minor’s Pregnancy

• What it means: This proposition if passed, will prohibit abortion for minors until 48 hours after the physician notifies a minor’s legal guardian.
• Pros and cons: The proposition, also known as Sarah’s Law has a track record of working in 30 other states by reducing teen pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases. Of course, this can also forced scared and pregnant teens to take matters into their own hands if they are required to tell parents.
• How I will vote: My initial reaction was to vote no, because I believe that if teens are already scared, having to tell their parents will frighten them so much more that they might run away or go to unlicensed doctors or have a child they are not prepared to take care of. However, if the proposition has reduced teen pregnancy and STDs in other states, it might not be such a bad thing. The solution is to teach better sex education, in my opinion. I will most likely vote no on this prop.

Proposition 5: Nonviolent Drug Offenses : Sentencing, Parole and Rehabilitation

• What it means: Proposition 5 would require the state of California to use over $1 billion annually to treat and offer rehabilitation programs for nonviolent drug offenders and parolees. It would shorten parole for most drug offenses and would change certain marijuana misdemeanors to infractions.
• Pros and Cons: The number one pro to this prop might be the fact that it would reduce overcrowded prisons and would create treatment options for people who actually want to get better. Also, a similar prop that was approved, Prop. 36, has provided treatment and rehab for 84,000 people. The cons might be a bit obvious. This could potentially backfire and be seen as a “get out of jail free” card as well as shorten parole for serious drug felonies from three years to six months.
• How I will vote: I’m not sure. Although I do believe that this state and country’s prison system is in dire need of help, I can understand the opposition against this prop. I also believe that reforming the system means recognizing that there are perhaps hundreds if not thousands of people (if not all!) who have seriously mental health issues and what these people need is cognitive behavioral therapy and counseling, not to be put away in a jail cell for the rest of their lives. With that said, what this prop proposes is a great start, I just think it might need to be restructured in a better way.

I will have propositions six through 12 next week.

A Day in the Life of

Montreal, July 2008

It’s 12:45 a.m., Monday morning. In six hours, I will have to drag myself out of bed so I can look decent enough that I don’t scare people when I walk outside my house. The minute I get out of bed, Henry, my eternal shadow will also rise, climb down his miniature stairs and start his morning ritual by going to inspect what’s going on in the backyard through the window. He’ll let out a couple of barks, making sure that whatever might be out there, be it invisible or not has heard him and his stern warning to stay away.

The truth is, I’d much rather stay in bed tomorrow morning than go to work. It’s not so much work as it is getting there, and I’ve complained about Los Angeles traffic so much here that I feel like a broken record and  I’d rather not think about it any longer. And it’s not just the traffic. It’s the heat. The unbearable heat that will not leave this city alone.

I can’t take it anymore. I mean in two days, we will be in October, and still I couldn’t get anything that I really wanted to accomplish, accomplished because the heat made me so lethargic. I’m not asking for much, I’d just like some cool breezes and moderate weather. Mostly, I want to take out my sweaters and boots and coats and scarves. Los Angeles, I know you’re vain, so if for nothing else, please get cold for the sake of fashion.

I have a full week ahead of me. On top of dealing with writers and articles at work, I must attend a screening of the film, “Happy-Go-Lucky” on Tuesday. I’m actually excited because it’s a film about the life of a North London school teacher, and my boyfriend is from around there. On Friday, I have to venture out to UCLA to cover the Kronos Quartet perform at Royce Hall.

In between all that, I am trying to fit in time to study for the GRE, as well as develop some other projects I’m working on. Unfortunately, last Thursday, the edible gardening show that I co-hosted came to an end. It was a sad day for me because the show was one of the things I really look forward to every week. It allowed me a chance to take a break from the daily routine I have and also to contribute and be creative. I’m developing another radio show at the moment, however its only exclusive to writers.

There is so much to do in such little time. At the end of the month, I take my GRE test. By December, I have to submit applications to the schools I am applying to. The stressful part is that it’s not just an application. It’s an application, plus three letters of recommendation, plus samples of my work, plus a possible essay. I just hope I don’t faint during all of it.

Well, We Hope…

Today I stepped out at lunch to go to Urban Outfitters because I had been eyeing a shirt of theirs. It was a “now or never” kind of shirt:

Yea. So I made my way over there, not realizing it was the wrong day to walk because I was wearing high heels. This is my punishment for waiting so long to get this shirt. I walked in, went straight to the “SALE” section, found it and went straight to the cashier. It was a good thing I waited in retrospect, because on their website the shirt is $14.99 but I ended up getting it for $9.99, even though the original price was $28.

I was pretty excited about my purchase and I was making my way back to the office, I saw a little booth set up on 3rd street promenade with a guy selling Obama/Biden merchandise. There were buttons with Obama’s face transposed on Superman’s body, window posters, mini buttons with just his face and bumper stickers. Because of my political fueled drive home last night, I decided I wanted something. Button, sticker, whatever. I wanted it. I hopped into Famima to buy some bottled water, got some cash back and darted over to the booth, $10 in hand.

Enough people were coming up to buy objects of their political stances that it became a small crowd. As I picked a button up, a curly-haired boy, maybe about 7-years-old came up to the booth. He was wearing a rusty red shirt with jeans and he picked up one of the stickers and examined it.

“Is this our president?” he asked.

His mom, who had walked back to retrieve him, smiled and said “Well, we hope!”

She looked up, smiled at me, and both the seller and I laughed.

It was the most precious thing I think I have ever seen. It really gave me chills. I picked up the same sticker the little boy had, and bought it with my button.

Things I Love: Rain

I have always had a love affair with rain. When others were craving sunshine and hot days, I was wishing for wet weather. Something about it soothes me. Maybe it’s the sound, how it falls so effortlessly and fearlessly on my car, my window and on leaves. The allure of rain for me, is not just about the rain itself, but perhaps more about what it brings: sleep, comfort, woolly socks, a cup of warm tea, a snuggle, a blanket.

It washes away my thoughts and cleanses my head, along with the outside world it touches. For a while I thought I was alone in my love of rain, and most days I think I still am.

Then one rare day a couple weeks ago, the sky in Los Angeles turned grey and I could tell, I could just tell that it was mustering up all its energy to sprinkle some rain and clean the filthy streets and people of this city, but it didn’t quite have the strength to. So it retreated back and sunshine took over and I was back to feeling depressed about the weather again.

While it was grey though, a song came on the radio that confirmed my feelings: I was not the only one who loved rain. It turns out that Loudon Wainwright, father of Rufus Wainwright, likes gloomy days in Los Angeles just as much as I do. He likes them so much in fact, that he wrote a song about it:

When it’s grey in L.A. I sure like it that way
Cause there’s way too much sunshine round here
I don’t know about you I get so sick of blue skies
Whenever they always appear

And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down
On my carport roof made out of tin
If there’s a flood then there’s gonna be mudslides
We all have to pay for our sin

And I suppose that they’ll close canyon roads
And the freeways will all start to clog
And the waters will rise and you won’t be surprised
When your whole house smells like your wet dog

When it’s grey in L.A. it’s much better that way
It reminds you that this town’s so cruel
Yeah it might feel like fun when you’re sportin’ sunglasses
But really you’re one more fool

You might remember this song if you’ve seen the film, “Knocked Up.” You can listen to it here.

I thought that discovering this song would be the last I would ever hear of anyone being devoted to rain as I am, until I started my daily website reading routine by going to the NY Times website, as I do every morning. A gem awaited me there, in the form of a written ode and a short film capturing the essence of it all.

Jeff Scher, a painter and experimental filmmaker filmed the rain trickling down on the balcony of his home, while his wife was fast asleep with one of his sons, with a Beaulie wind-up 16 mm. movie camera from the ’60s and film that was, as he says “at least 10 years out of date.” The music in the film and sound design is by Shay Lynch and adds such a touch of loveliness to the whole thing. Even though it’s only three minutes long, this film manages to capture the essence of rain so well. Watch “While You Were Sleeping.”

“The fleeting inverted image of the landscape in the raindrops as they swell from drop to drip is an optical phenomenon, but to me it’s pure magic,” writes Sher. “And then they form streams and pulse hypnotically like luminous quicksilver.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself. And let me tell you, not only is Jeff Scher awesome because he shares my affinity for rain, but he makes these incredible animated short films with amazing soundtracks. Case in point: Reasons to be Glad, which you can watch below.

I would love to be able to interview him for an article, while it was raining of course.

Red Hot Rant

With the current disaster of a Metrolink train derailment that took place on Friday afternoon here in Los Angeles ( Chatworth, to be more specific) looming in my head, the events that currently have me in a sour mood are insignificant really, but they’re still affecting me more than I’d like them to, so here I am. 2:40 a.m. in the morning, writing.

On Friday afternoon, someone who shall rename nameless said a couple things to me at work that upset me enough that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about them. Mainly that I “don’t go outside my house.”

In a normal situation, this type of comment (whose history regarding this incident is a bit of an enigma and too long to go into) would have rolled off my shoulders, never to be thought of again. When it comes to what I do or don’t do in my social life, I don’t care what anyone thinks. I haven’t ever since I have had a legitimate social life. Because, frankly, not only is it no one’s business, but I enjoy myself and the company I keep no matter what I’m doing.

But I suppose this wasn’t a normal situation, because it was in front of other work colleagues and was said in a very ill-meaning manner. I kinda went blank when I heard it and only responded with a long delayed “ok.”

I debated saying something, but at the moment, I was too choked up and pissed off to even speak. Plus, I was in no mood to get into an argument on a Friday. So I brushed it off, like the civil person that I am.

I honestly feel no desire at all to justify my private life to anyone, especially someone at work. My idea of a good time is a far cry from what anyone my age would typically consider the ‘cool’ or ‘in’ thing to be doing and I like it better that way. I don’t spend my weekends getting drunk at clubs or bars, in fact, I find this type of behavior quite repulsive. I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, I’d rather spend time with Henry any day over socializing with people on superficial levels. And while I do love to spend my free time knitting, painting, sewing, traveling and watching Bollywood films, I do much more outside of work, than most people that I work with.

I don’t stop working when I get home. If I’m not editing and writing posts for the ezine that I work for, I’m out attending movie screenings and covering other events. If I’m not writing in this blog, I’m developing and getting ready to launch a website I’m currently working on. If I’m not getting ready for the gardening show I co-host, I’m busy being a news junkie and scoping out freelance writing opportunities. And when I’m not doing that, I’m busy planning trips with my boyfriend to any given corner of the world. So you see, I do a lot. I don’t sit at home, twiddling my thumbs, thank you very much. I’m not out galavanting the streets either, getting home at 3 a.m. and puking in my bed.

And I don’t know about you, but home is the best place to be as far as I’m concerned. I have everything I need here. At least I have a home that I feel comfortable in and not one where I’m forced to pay rent or live with a room mate I don’t like.

Sitting at home or not, I like who I am and I’ve realized that I don’t have to explain myself at all. To anyone. It takes a sad and superficial person to insult someone with the idea that another person’s social life doesn’t mirror yours (so high school, don’t you think?) Which is exactly why I didn’t answer back. So immature and sooo high school, like totally.

Photo by akk rus