Whenever I come home, I notice that I notice the simplest pleasures that I took advantage of when I was here, if that makes sense. I missed the leaves actually changing colors here, fish sauce, packs of hypebeasts walking the grimy streets of Westminster, ABB’s with their ABG’s in front of Volcano Tea, discount clothing stores, a bed I can move in, people saying “beat,” the convenience of having a car, parents that tell me to go to sleep early, normal sized birds, OC club culture, a private bathroom, secure wireless internet, my hyperactive lesbian dogs, running into people I grew up with, things I wouldn’t have thought twice about had I not gone away from home-home. Stay classy, San Diego, I’ll be back. For now though, I want to marinate in the comforts of home-home.

I love it when people talk about Harry Potter in British accents. I don’t think I’ve heard anyone talk about the premiere of the seventh movie (Pre-premiere) without, at some point, imitating the characters’ accents. Bloody heo, it was pretty darn good for just half of a movie.

The way you deliver, baby, you should be a mailman. How is it that I’m not after your package? My triton eye just doesn’t make sense.

My Adventure #1 was even better than I thought it would be. AMTRAK isn’t as scary as I thought it would be, being a person that never really had to use public transportation. I met pretty cool people during the fourish hours I was on that thing too! I met a fifth year from TMC/UCSD who changed her major more times than she could remember, a public speaker/singer from Africa that was touring the United States after having toured Europe and Asia doing shows, a snack car worker who recently collect a huge sum of money from a random old woman he had helped out of trouble that included him in her will, and a girl wearing the same jacket as mine who claims she saw me when I bought it the same day she bought hers. COOL BEANS! The destination and time I spent there post-train ride wasn’t nearly as interesting, which was actually pretty disappointing. NOT COOL BEANS!

Cuddling, late night walks for no reason, cute texts, holding hands, talking about everything, boring-fun like that. I hate to admit it, but I miss having a special person to do those things with sometimes. Would I give up the lifestyle I have right now for that though? No, but it’d be cool if I can have a hybrid of those two different lifestyles. Would this thing be mutual? Maybe, but I just don’t take certain things/people as seriously anymore. Natural defense mechanism? It doesn’t look like I’m going to get married until I’m 30, if not ever.

I’m really hoping to run into people I know tomorrow. I’ll be in the Westminster area so I’m crossing my fingers and hoping that the babies come around and tell me straight up if I’ve gotten thick. I feel like I’m starting to plump up in some pretty beat areas. My mom thinks I’ve gained some weight too! I want people to tell me EXACTLY how it is. I want to be a size small forever, if possible.

Dearest and latest scab,
Nothing can be done or said to change things now, but I wish you the very best with the big decision you’ve made. Hope you get what you want out of this. Don’t get raped, don’t get killed, be a good boy.
Love,
Your second(?) latest distraction.

I’m especially excited for this holiday season for several reasons. One, I’ve left home for new experiences and I’ve returned home having learned the value of home so going home-home is that much more special. Two, I have new people in my life to be thankful for and to celebrate the season with. Three, I have my own paycheck this year so I can begin the spoil-fest that my parents deserve.

To mess with my parents, I had Natalie help me put on a temporary tattoo that I got from the movie theaters and reddened the area around it to make it look a little more real. I got a “HEY! What’s that?” from daddy and “AY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” with a very angry facial expression from mommy. Note to self: Mommy is not okay with me getting a tattoo so don’t get one that can’t easily be hidden.

I recently grew the balls to watch some decently scary movies. I regret watching them. What I don’t regret is who I saw them with. Love y’all, forreal.

You’re not even that cute but those things you said were disgustingly cute. Next time I see you, you better have a net. Sombody’s going to have get these butterflies out of my stomach, right? Don’t worry, there aren’t that many, I just don’t like them there.