tiff of the 'burbs.

Since I’ll be moving back home soon, I’ve decided that I’m going to be documenting my last days in SD by photos. I forgot my camera charger, so I hope it doesn’t die out soon.

Giving up shopping for Lent would not be such a difficult sacrifice if I didn’t live a mile away from an XXI (Forever 21), Victoria’s Secret, and a Banana Republic. But mostly that Forever 21. Darn you sneaky Koreans and your cute affordable low-quality clothes that I can never seem to quit buying!

This probably makes me sound super materialistic and stupid. I’ll shut up now.

Note: This does not, by any means, entail an Easter shopping spree. In fact, I really am going to donate the money I would have spent on pointless clothes to a charity.

I liked being one of the ones who wasn’t stuck in the bubble. I liked living on my own. I liked being “the one in law school”. I liked that I was making a lot of new friends from all over the U.S. I think what freaks me out the most is that I don’t want to be categorized as the typical spoiled Chino Hills kid living with my parents, working some job (versus a career)—if any job, who goes to Downtown Fullerton every week, and RA happy hour every Sunday with the same people, talking about the same things, over and over again.

I know I’m not stuck. I know having lifelong friends is important and I am so blessed to have them because they’ll always be there. I know that I’ll eventually figure my life out and get into a grad school. I know there’s a possibility that I’ll be in school again and living in another apartment come Fall semester. I know the economy sucks and getting/keeping a job is rough. I’m just…not used to this. I know this is temporary and that I really need to stop worrying about what other people may think about my decisions. I am coming to terms with the fact that I am not going to be good at everything that I do.

“It is because of faith that we exchange the present for the future”-St. Fidelis of Sigmarigen

I just realized that with the grad school applications I’m turning in, I have 4 chances to move to Los Angeles in the Fall.

That. Would. Be. Amazing.

Not only would I be closer to home, but I’ll be immersed into another vibrant city, full of fashion, culture, food, nightlife, and…traffic (but let’s not think about that yet). I will definitely have to work out intensely if I move to LA. Why? Because not only is the food good, but a lot of it MOVES (food trucks galore)! Ana suggested that running after the trucks will negate the amount of calories/fat intake. Sounds like a plan.

LET’S NOT PLAY ANY LOVE GAMES.

I wrote this extensive entry about my thoughts on love & relationships, but then I realized I can break it down to this:

I don’t want to play any games. Fool, this ain’t Chuck E. Cheese! You either want to be with me or you don’t!  Essentially, I want you to want me, no if’s, and’s, or but’s.

Let’s try some sentence completion exercises:

“I like you, but…”/”You’re what I want in a girlfriend, but…”

• I’m scared of things changing from what they already are.
• I don’t think I’m supposed to be with someone I know already. (Most recent addition!)
• You’re too good for me. (APPARENTLY…)
• I can’t commit to anyone right now.
• I already have a girlfriend.

I’ve heard all of the above. *GAG*

As for love, ”OOH, BABY I LIKE IT RAW.”-ODB