electric daisy

i had a beyond incredible time at Edc last night. i hope yuliya enjoyed her phone call.

he is a raver. you met him at a rave. he is not for you.

- khenkel, mama bear

what is character

this late afternoon the lady at the estee lauder counter who was matching foundation to my skin tried to tell me that scars give a person

character.

just somehow i knew she was going to say that. i remain unconvinced. i might have smacked her had she not had a carwreckgash on her face.

battered manatee in speedboat world.

green thumb

fourteen of my sunflowers have sprouted.

return to oz

i would go back to copenhagen to get married at frederiksborg slot or to go to distortion.

Neutered Chiwhawha, black & white (Pomona)

NEAR FAIRPLEX
Found wandering in the street.
Can't make room to house chiwhawha.
please call ASAP

how many toys are in your box

tonight - first time going to the park in five+ months. after spending so much time becoming accustomed to new faces, it was very nice to see so many old faces again. the new fireworks show is not so good as the previous, but i admit that it made me cry nonetheless. met a boy at space named sven who is not swedish.

peopledon'tdancenomoretheyjuststandtherelikethis

theycrosstheirarmsandstareyoudown

anddrinkandmoananddiss

i have hot macchiato, cold feet

five audits in the five days that i've been back at work. this time passed this one on the first try. have befriended some maintenance guys and watched the most glorious fireworks in the world for the past two nights.

on my way home tonight i indulged in starbucks part two of the day. ran into an old acquaintance, met his beautiful new wife and truly adorable three-month-old baby. goodness. the entire episode made me want to jump into my car, turn up the music obscenely loud, drive haphazardly, and take lots of drugs.

coqui

after extensive googling, i have come to the conclusion that you can't attain and keep a coqui as a pet. this breaks my heart. i would take such good care of it.

unrelated: i like this girl a lot http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFLn_J-a4vg&feature=related

what is summer

conclusion: the vanilla latte from starbucks that i spoiled myself with on the way home from work today far surpassed any coffee-based drink that i purchased throughout the whole of my stay in denmark. and cost three times less. i don't think i could have been any more satisfied with that beverage.

since coming home i've had a hard time distinguishing what feels more like a dream - being back, or the months that i spent away. i'm slowly becoming reacquainted with my world. i've gotten lost more times than i can count - looking for van buren house where i lived last year, navigating my way around cerritos, wandering around stupidly at work. getting back in my car was the shock of my life - it seemed too powerful and unnecessary. just me in this massive vehicle when all i needed for so long was a frame on two wheels. too powerful and too fast - hurtling deathtrap that i crawl the streets in.

plans for this summer...workworkwork. work is exhausting, consumes my days, and confuses me because i don't even do anything. going back to work has been daunting. so many new faces. for some reason i can never meet new people without acting mousier or ballsier than i really am. i failed an audit my first day back, passed another the next, only to fail another today. getting back into the swing of things has been slow goings.

i despise and love my job.

i hate being bored but i like that it's a physical job that makes me feel strong. and useful. unproven as of yet. i am absolutely enraged that through a hiring glitch newhires are being paid a dollar fifty more per hour than i am and that management does not care to do anything about it besides chastise us for being angry.

neverland pool is exactly the fantasyland i would dream of for myself. blue glowing, calm pool, trees strung with twinkling, the most enchanting chirping frogsong, fireworks exploding overhead, and inviting-looking buildings with glowing, beckoning windows. i am happiest there at night. miserable by day, drowning in dirty towels and obliged to throw away other people's garbage.

however, i do enjoy watching happy families, smiling parents with their gleefulsmallchildren. they all act the same and i like it.

i swear there is a very specific smell that my car has only when i climb into it late at night in the cast parking lots. it is a cold, misty smell and it reminds now of various memories from different sets of times and people, same place. i enjoy driving home with only my leftalmosthand, just to prove that i can. vanilla latte is like silk in my mouth.

my dog sleeps in my room by my bed. she doesn't prefer this room because it is usually too hot and bright. but she likes me.

AAR

i saw the all-american rejects video for gives you hell for the billionth time on vh1 this morning and was bitching about it in my head (this video is extraordinarily old, who's sleeping with who to get this still played, etc) when i realized that the blurred-out beer that they're drinking is tuborg. and then it was all okay.

fuckers

received news that after my departure people from my dorm destroyed my bike.

they'd joked about it before and i very expressly told them not to do it. as far as i'm concerned, i purchased that bike unlike 99.9% of people who stole their bikes off the street and it was my property. upon my leaving denmark i specifically gave it as a gift to someone coming to study in copenhagen. until it reached that person, it was and is mine.

i can't begin to understand these children who find glee in destroying bicycles, throwing them down escalators and planning to throw them off roofs. they did a great job of waiting until my back was turned to go against my wishes. if there's one thing i am grateful for since leaving exchange it's been the respite from the boundless immaturity of the idiots that i had to deal with on a daily basis.

new do

i made the fatal mistake of allowing my mother to trim my bangs this morning. she cut them waay too short and i had no choice but to spread them into straight bangs. i was legitimatelly pissed for about ten minutes.

highly recommend

the double cream blueberry pie at marie callender's is so so amazing

ilovecph

back in los angeles. god this place is ugly.

the end

last hours in copenhagen.

i need to stop crying.

i sat in nyhavn for the last time today and my heart felt like it was falling through the floor.