I got this!
It feels like it’s been a winter in Los Angeles. Like, I moved here to escape the NY gray but somehow the gray found me. I’m only saying this because the past two days have been cloudy. Gray’s not LA’s color and it doesn’t look good on it. When it’s not sunny, the streets seem even more unfamiliar to me and I get lost and do K-turns in my car and my breath catches and I have to put on a Hanson song to reset myself. Oh, there I am. Singing along to MMMBop (still), passing the In & Out I went to when I first arrived, back when I was trying to be a vegetarian, knowing I’d fail.
What’s LA like? People from home ask me this constantly. It’s not that different. It’s a collection of neighborhoods, like New York. This is may not be where I will be forever, but it’s where I am now.
I like it here, though. My eyes are brighter and my head is clearer. I’m here, for now, and it’s where I want to be.
gpoyw: shooting in Big Sur last week.
I want to go back. Who’s in?
Month 4 of living in LA AND STILL NO CAR!
This dude with an awesome 97 Hyundai led me on and then when it came time to meet, he blew me off!
Probably for a more beautiful offer.
Until then, I remain a passenger on this road called THE FUCKING 101. Or life.
Four years ago this month, I had this a cancerous tumor removed.
I’m different. I’ve changed. I’m 25 years old. I did not think I would live to be 25 and sometimes I worry I have not changed enough.
But I know this: we must remember how fucking lucky we are to be alive.
Remember to enjoy every cliched thing you think you’re too snarky for. Feel the ocean, inhale freshly cut grass, get blackout drunk in Vegas (that’s one you guys can do), say I love you just because.
Illness can crush you. Life can crush you.
But we are lucky to be alive.
I’m training for my first race and after I run, I like to lay down and cry.
A lot.
A Portrait Of The Artist After A Particularly Exhausting Basketball Game
I’d like to think this photo was my idea…
A simple, sweet kind of love.
GPOYW
Learning to drive again.
This was one of the last times I was in LA (September 09), when I tried to “LA-out” with my cousin and visiting friends. My cousin used to do that whole club scene but does not anymore.
Thank God.
The next time I went, I insisted on Silver Lake bars only. (What? I’m lame and google stuff!)
No pictures like this exist from my trip last summer.
Please still let me live here, California.
