first things first, i am having a confusing time adjusting to the weather. i cant figure out what to wear outdoors. its cold, but not that cold i guess, and i cant really gauge it. i put on a tshirt and a zip up something and am like 'wait, do i need more ( Read more... )

I leave LA in a little over 12 hours.
it's raining outside. this is the first actual rain we've had since I've been out here. Nearly four months exactly.

There's an unopened bottle of rum in my kitchen calling my name.

everyone here is very pretty and very important which is a self-esteem crusher.
sometimes i work for 20 hours a day.

but! i have free time again!

as of 3pm today (pacific time!) i will have worked 200 hours at my internships since i've been in LA.

we went to some club in hollywood tonight, which is a surreal experience in itself. it was indie rock hipster dance night, which was surpringly fun. indie rock dance parties are nice becuase you're not sure if you're dancing with someone or not, since NOONE MAKES EYE CONTACT. at 20, we're still too awkward.

dear meg:
it would appear that i am actually losing my mind. sometimes i worry that i'm not speaking english anymore and i just don't realize.
do you remember when we were in 8th grade or so and we wrote that list of attractive qualities of boys and the header was "you are me and so should our guys be"? because that's probably still true.

today was my first day doing internship things, which really means a grueling 16hr day that began at 4:45am. and then at the end of those 16hrs the producer had me drive his mercedes home.
la is weird.

davey's getting married. it's weird that i'm not more surprised or alarmed. although, i did sort of think he and i were supposed to end up together someday. i guess that's why i'm surprised that i'm not more alarmed.

now i get to join the ranks of people whose friends have started getting married! ugh.

i wore orange chucks tonight and meg i'm still amazed that we've made it at least four years.
four years was always that magic number, i don't know if you remember but i do. four years since i'd been gone four years until i moved again four years since we started this whole thing fuck i love you.
i remember everything in the time table of mix

dear meg.
it's summertime and i haven't been on many adventures. i'm going to north carolina thursday or friday and more than actually anything in the entire world i want you to come.
i want to wake up nasty and walk to the grocery store to eat garlic bread in high tops with you.
love sarah.