These are so undergrad but really, who doesn't want to be a pirate?
My pirate name is Captain Anne Flint... "Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr! " 3:49 PM
[ Friday, August 26, 2005 ]
instead of writing my thesis, i figure it'd be a better use of my time to blog about my move. once upon a time i lived in a sheeshy little neighborhood called Brentwood in sunny southern california. it was a tucked away little area full of rich pretentious people who have nothing to do during the day except walk their dogs and sit in coffee shops waiting to be discovered. i love it. lived there for the past 3 years. my apartment was great, huge living room, kitchen was a bit cramped but not too bad at all. i had the master bedroom, it was huge. there were three of us living there, our third roommate converted the dining room into a bedroom...it worked well for us. i love my roommates. they're good peoples. everybody says so.
alas, my two roommates have to leave LA, and i didn't want to start living with 2 complete strangers, and since the original plan was for me to only stay til the end of the year, i figured it would be better for me to move in with a friend or something. originally said friend was going to be my cousin (see previous blog). unfortunately, things didn't quite work out with that plan. long story with drama...you can ask me about it later. so now i'm moved in with my coworker. now, not to put down palms or anything, but it's no brentwood...and that's all i'm gonna say about that. i've been spoiled, i know. terrible, i know. the place itself is a bi-level with 3 bedrooms. i am the fourth roommate living in the loft. i have no walls. oh, and there is no kitchen.....well, there is a space that contains a sink, an oven, a stove, and a fridge, but i wouldn't go so far as to call it a kitchen.
i'm paying next to nothing, and i'm really grateful to my friend for providing me a place to stay....but...to all my friends in LA, expect me over....a lot. i will pay with free home cooking. 4:00 PM
[ Tuesday, June 14, 2005 ]
keepin it in the family
i grew up just a few blocks away from one set of cousins growing up. 3 kids: 1 older girl, 2 younger boys. we were very close as children. since my girl cousin and i are only a year apart she became my surrogate sister, i wanted to go wherever she went and beat her at everything...or at the very least match her. she was a tom boy, i was a ballerina. she was quiet, my mom made me recite the multiplication table to shut me up. she wrote poetry in spanish, i read danielle steele. young and misguided, i know, don't even get me started. it actually explains so much about who i am now. anyways...we were polar opposites as children yet got along splendidly.
we weren't as close during our high school years (her best friend thought i was the world's biggest idiot). and drifted even further in college. even further again after college. and then she moved to LA. she's entering business school, i'm finishing a master's in science. she's transformed into this travel loving, people-personing, romantic semi-adult. she says i've changed a lot too. i don't really see it, or maybe i'm just in denial as to the person i used to be (no way...i would NEVER have dated an emotionally abusive gangster).
this weekend we bbq-ed at her apartment, layed out by her pool, did some work at a coffee shop, browsed a cute little bookstore, and movie-hopped (stars wars III & sisterhood of the traveling pants - shut it). it was relaxing, comfortable, and home-y. gotta love the fam. 2:01 PM