Home, Sweet Home

I've only been gone for three months, and there's a nostalgic air about this house, this town. Happy and sad memories dancing together through my mind, moments I once clung to. As I sit in each room, I travel back in time and relive certain moments. And you would think that between the family that currently resides here, and the past that lives in the walls, this house would be full. But it feels empty. 

It makes me realize that the life I once had here is in the past. However, instead of feeling sorrow, I am thankful for the time I had here and hopeful that I will find a new home to fill with dancing memories. 

8 things you may or may not know about me:

1. As much as I laugh, when I'm absurdly happy I tend to cry.

2. I could spend hours upon hours in a bookstore.

3. I've never been in love, but it's something I would like to experience one day.

4. The only thing I miss about college is being constantly surrounded by friends.

5. I have a gift for justifying things I want, but always finding excuses to not purchase things I need.

6. I struggle with depression every day of my life.

7. My favorite number is 7, my favorite letter is "e" and my favorite punctuation is an ellipsis.

8. At 23, I've never felt so lost as to who I am or what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. I'm at a constant war between not wanting to grow up, and realizing that that in order to achieve what I want in life, growing up is inevitable.

(Thanks, Kelsey for giving me a number!)

The Half-Naked Man

So, recently I've been making a list of topics that I could write about on this blog to help me post more frequently (thanks to the suggestion of my friend, Sacha). But it's days like these where there is no need for such a list.  

Many of you know that my love life is close to nonexistent. I've only really dated one guy and have limited experience in the bedroom. So you can imagine my surprise when I end up on a date and ten minutes in, this guy is pulling his pants down. Yes... from his waist down, he was completely naked. 

For those of you who don't know, I have an online dating profile. Actually, I have two (different sites, not personalities). Judge all you want, but it's the 21st century and I have no shame in admitting it. I'm constantly talking to multiple guys, many of whom don't even get close to obtaining my phone number, but there's a select few that I get close to meeting. Sometimes I bail, sometimes they do, but on rare occasions, we both show up and end up on a date. 

Here's the play-by-play of what happened this afternoon: I had been talking to this guy for a couple of days and it was starting to look like we were going to meet up. In my mind, and what his texts made it seem like, was that we were going to meet up, walk around the Third St. Promenade and possibly get lunch. What ended up happening was he picked me up, and drove directly to his house. A little caught off guard and probably where I should have left, I was assured that we were just going to hang out and watch something on tv. He offers me a drink that I politely decline, we sit down on his couch and I begin to get comfortable. Things are going fine and dandy and we are talking about ourselves and watching Sports Center. About 5 minutes later, out of no where, he says "whelp, why don't we get right to it" and pulled down his pants and boxers. I've got to say, I don't think I've ever been so shocked in my life. After seeing the expression on my face, he pulled his pants up and tried to laugh it off. 

If you haven't guessed already, I left soon after this happened and walked the 4 miles home. 

To top it all off, guess who has another date planned for tonight? Let's hope this one can keep his pants on the whole time. 

Why Hello Again

It's been a while since I posted and instead of making excuses, I'll own up to it. Recently, I've been feeling like there's no point in posting. Who actually reads this and would anyone notice if I completely stopped posting? And most importantly, is it beneficial to me anymore?

When I moved down here, I expected things to be different. Now that I've been living in LA for almost three months, I'm glad it's not the way I thought it would be. I am working at a job I love and making enough money to be completely on my own. I am living with my best friend, taking fairly frequent trips to disneyland, and for the first time in my life, I have a bed that's bigger than a twin. Life is going pretty well for me right now, and I am so thankful for that. 

BUT, and there is a but, this means, there isn't a whole lot of excitement going on. I work 50-60 hour weeks, walk a ton, and my weekends consist of disneyland and shopping and sleeping. Perhaps I can challenge myself to come up with a particular theme or biweekly topic for these posts to help jog the creativity and inspiration. Or, perhaps I'll just continue to post sporadically. If you actually read my blog and have an opinion on the matter, please let me know.