I’ve had a good run of consecutively good/awesome days. Some were better than others but there was a long streak of no bad days. I think I’m way too accustomed to that and so now that my life is balancing itself out with more obstacles, I feel like I’m struggling quite a bit to get past them. My life is currently one hell of a shit show, pretty much in all aspects except the loved ones that have been holding me down.

I set my ringtone loud because I hate missing phone calls but I also hate my phone going off so loudly when I’m in a quiet space, even if it’s okay to answer my phone! Crisis…Vibrate/Low volumes just don’t cut it for me…

It’s kind of a scary to think that not too long from now, relationship statuses (that is, if Facebook is still being used) that read “Married to…” will be real and not just for young couples in their honeymoon stage. Despite how I (currently) frown upon being in serious, exclusive relationships at such a young age, I still want to be “Married to…” before I get too old and tired. The experience of raising kids with someone I love sounds like an adventure I want to experience.

If I had a car, I think I’d find myself at the beach almost everyday. I never really got to go to the beach as a child because of my mom’s sensitivity to the ocean and the memories of her sisters dying at sea; so I’ve gone every chance I gotten. That’s part of the reason why I love living in La Jolla. I may not buy my own beach house but I sure hope I can raise a family of my own close to one.

I am so upset that Netflix is reconsidering its plans/fees! I JUST GOT AROUND TO TRYING IT FOR MYSELF! Yeah, proof that the world hates me right now.

I’m a victim of chronic bitch-face, not I-hate-everyone-and-anyone-who-passes-by-me. I can’t honestly say that I’ve really, really hated anyone. Dislike? Not-got-along-with? Very yes. I’m not sure how to react to people being surprised when I tell them that I’ve never hated anyone…

It makes me sad when I hear about families that don’t all get along. I have one of those scattered, disfunctional relative families and even have relatives that I can’t talk to for safety reasons. Lucky for me that I’ve been able to maintain ties with a good lot of them because there’s a mutual agreement that family > everything.

Since the eighth grade, I’ve made it a habit to keep memorabilia and trinkets of things with sentimental value to put into a memory box. I sealed the eighth grade-senior year of high school up and wasn’t going to open it until the end of senior year but had to delay it a year to punish myself for trying to sneak a peek. I’m excited to open it and reminisce but also scared of how I might feel after seeing these things given my current state of mind. I’m thinking the perfect time to open it would be before I leave for San Diego again. Hopefully things pick up by then.

TIME FOR FRO-YO WITH THE CUZZO! <3