having cookies and milk in bed right now.
this is how i attempt to avoid my stress. cute.
ohheydaria asked: What kind of music do you like to listen to? Who's your favorite band/artist?
All I want right now, after arriving from a day’s worth of flying from airport to airport, is to watch movies in the lounge, cuddle, and drink hot cocoa. What am I actually doing? Reading my Sociology of Sexuality book. 9/27 chapters. Back to school.
it is hard being home
I flew into Burbank airport two nights ago. The drive back was odd—going through tunnels I once drove through on a regular basis, familiar freeway signs, the billboards, the tanned hills along the highway to my hometown. And then we hit home. It is strange. I am not sure what or if I was expecting things to change, but it just felt as if I had woken up from an odd dream. Being home again...
happy thanksgiving, everyone.
I am thankful for… amazing family and friends, both here in California and Washington delicious food and the patience that it takes to make it all my loud, extremely sarcastic Filipino family my dogs and cat comfortable couches beautiful music, art, and rainy day books tea and coffee generous people being able to cook again! being able to sleep in my own bed again mashed potatoes...
predictions of snow for the next three days!
so, so, so excited!
i find it funny
how easily I am able to push aside my own emotional problems to deal with another person’s. i love and dislike that about myself.
I am hungry, hormonal, and horny. All these awful ‘h’ words!– My darling Teeny Lauren.
the saddest thing i have heard all day.
I called my parents this morning to check in on life. Towards the end of our conversation, we ended up talking about our dog Sandy. According to my dad, she has a new habit: walking up and down the hallway and pausing only to look up the stairs for a full minute. The only thing upstairs is my room.
dark side of the moon
wakingmoments: I told her I was the dark side of the moon. there but not there for you to see. Look for me in the deep in the inkwell night sky. You will find me with my back turned, my light side presented to you. I would rather not show you certain craters that I mean to hide.
i have my ticket for the midnight showing of harry...
i am a happy, happy camper.
indecisiveness for the lose.
why i am just really seeing it now, i am not sure. thinking, thinking, thinking.
a worried ana is a terrible ana to be around.
Things need to start turning up back home. This is when I begin wishing Los Angeles was just a short drive away.
my favorite month of the year is finally here.
In southern California, November is when it actually starts feeling like autumn. Here in Washington, the leaves have been falling and changing colors since last month at least. I see a lot of grey mornings in my future. But really, aside from it being autumn, November is my favorite month because it feels like writing weather.