Just In Case You Were Wondering Exactly How Weird I Am...

Here ya go. I'm feeling a little reminiscent of those college week day nights where I didn't feel like doing my Shakespeare reading, so instead I grabbed my room mate and demanded we make home bideos of us being ourselves, which needless to say=grade A weirdos. Eh, we're theater kids, after all. Feel free to unfollow me after this post. Or recommend me/my blog to any weirdos out there you might know. And when I say weirdos, I'm talking about the off beat awesome people of the world, not serial killers...thanks/love you. (I would hope you don't know any serial killers.)

PS. That's my college apartment we were playing in. Lots of memories in that little nook of mine. We called it the "Fungalow". It was our attempt to match the fun idea of having a college living situation that had a name... like all the guys in our drama department who lived together in a house and called it "The Dude Ranch". I was really hoping the Fungalow would catch on, and it would be the new fav. hang out spot for all the cool kids of UCI, but that didn't quite occur. Then Chris, my former room mate above (who I shared apt with) moved out and into The Dude Ranch.. ouch. Well, I don't blame him. They had a garage with a ping pong table in it and a driveway where you could park for free. All I had going at my place was shitty parking and a wall collage.

Hey now, it was a pretty sweet collage at least--- check it out.

And my old spacious room that I miss a lot lot now compared to my current room at the parent's place, where cleaning=stuffing things away in any space available which = none, which = a seemingly messy/ scattered room constantly.

I sure do miss you, Park West. You were a time in my life that now only exists as a memory. In many ways a sorta sour one, but in other ways, a very happy one. I lived a lot in that little college apartment of mine.

Mighty Life List: Watch AFI's 100 Greatest Films.

K, time to get the ball rolling on this whole Mighty Life List thing. Making a list of the all the things you wanna do in your life is one thing. Doing them is another. And chu know what? I'mma DO THIS! 

So here we go, folks. 

I wanna watch all the movies on AFI's 100 Years 100 Movies: America's Greastest Movies list.  

This is the place where I will tracking my progress and also sharing some of my thoughts of what I see. Below is the full list. The ones crossed out are the ones I have already seen, and I will continue to cross each and every one of these bad boys off as I go along.

To all my spectacular friends and family- if you're reading, and you own any of these films...may I borrow them? Please :) 

To my dear readers- join me! Have you seen all these films? I'd love to turn this into some cool non-pretentious little film club (I think my super tacky/lame banner at the top pushes any tones of pretentious out the window). Maybe each week we (or I) (or whatever) can pick a film off the list and watch it.. and then discuss it. Or something. I don't know. We can talk/tweet about it later, just leaves me a comment below if you're in and we'll work it out like Richard Simmons. (I've worked it out--- OFFICIAL CLUB PAGE/INSTRUCTIONS). You can download your own list here. Either way, I'm watching all these films, and it's going to be awesome. And good for me. I'm tired of people rolling their eyes at me when I tell them I haven't seen any of The Godfathers. I'M GOING TO, OK. Like now. This year. I'm sorry I just prefer to watch The Life Aquatic and It Takes Two with MK and Ashley every night before I go to bed. I'm a creature of habit.

But I wanna break that. It's time I get a more well-rounded exposure to film, especially w/ some of the classics... so here goes.

Some of these I'm really looking forward to... others not so much...

1. CITIZEN KANE (1941)

2. CASABLANCA (1942)

3. GODFATHER, THE (1972)



6. WIZARD OF OZ, THE (1939)

7. GRADUATE, THE (1967)  love. 


9. SCHINDLER'S LIST (1993)  wanna see again.

10. SINGIN' IN THE RAIN (1952) wanna see again.

11. IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE (1946)  grew up on this one. one of the faves.



14. SOME LIKE IT HOT (1959)

15. STAR WARS (1977) Yup, I've never seen Star Wars. And if it weren't on this list, I probably wouldn't ever bother. Shank me if you'd like, I just haven't really ever cared !

16. ALL ABOUT EVE (1950)

17. AFRICAN QUEEN, THE (1951) 

18. PSYCHO (1960) 

19. CHINATOWN (1974)

20. ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST (1975)  want to see again.


22. 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY (1968)


24. RAGING BULL (1980)


26. DR. STRANGELOVE (1964)

27. BONNIE & CLYDE (1967) 

28. APOCALYPSE NOW (1979) really not looking forward to this one.


30. TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE (1948)  Watched 4/8/12 

31. ANNIE HALL (1977) 


33. HIGH NOON (1952) 

34. TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962)  ♥ One of my most fav. books of all time.





39. DOCTOR ZHIVAGO (1965) 


41. WEST SIDE STORY (1961)  Grew up on this one too. My favorite musical of all time. And a *GREAT* film.

42. REAR WINDOW (1954)

43. KING KONG (1933) 

44. BIRTH OF A NATION, THE (1915) ugh. this one sounds like a sleeper too.

45. STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE, A (1951) great play, looking forward to seeing this one/surprised I haven't seen it by now.


47. TAXI DRIVER (1976)

48. JAWS (1975) 





53. AMADEUS (1984)  want to see again.


55. SOUND OF MUSIC, THE (1965) 

56. M*A*S*H (1970)  5/3/12

57. THIRD MAN, THE (1949)

58. FANTASIA (1940)  this film is terrifying. 



61. VERTIGO (1958) 

62. TOOTSIE (1982) 

63. STAGECOACH (1939) 



66. NETWORK (1976)



69. SHANE (1953) 


71. FORREST GUMP (1994)

72. BEN-HUR (1959)  want to see again.


74. GOLD RUSH, THE (1925) 


76. CITY LIGHTS (1931) 


78. ROCKY (1976) 

79. DEER HUNTER, THE (1978) 

80. WILD BUNCH, THE (1969) 

81. MODERN TIMES (1936) 

82. GIANT (1956) 

83. PLATOON (1986) 

84. FARGO (1996) 

85. DUCK SOUP (1933) 



88. EASY RIDER (1969)

89. PATTON (1970)

90. JAZZ SINGER, THE (1927) 

91. MY FAIR LADY (1964)

92. PLACE IN THE SUN, A(1951) 

93. APARTMENT, THE (1960) 

94. GOODFELLAS (1990)   OWN IT.

95. PULP FICTION (1994) Yeah, I know. I have to see it. 

96. SEARCHERS, THE (1956)

97. BRINGING UP BABY (1938) 

98. UNFORGIVEN (1992)



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The Bachelor vs. SHA.

photo cred: 1 / 2

Alright, ok. Let it be known. I have a little bit of an obsession with reality TV. Especially the dating kinds. After a long night of waiting tables, it's the perfect medicine for entertainment/relaxation, and it goes well with my Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Get over it/get into it.

I've been a die hard fan of The Bachelor/Bachelorette since Deanna's season. And by die hard fan, I mean yes, I have been known to stalk some of my favorite contestants on Twitter (even back when I first got Twitter a couple of years ago and then got rid of it.. because I was only using to it stalk contestants of the Bachelor). Yes, I've maybe added a few contestants on Facebook.. and I've certainly learned to appreciate Mondays under a completely different light. I've even, on many occasions, thought about auditioning for the show. Alas, I'm single now and could finally do it. Hey wait a minute. I'm single now and I could finally do it.. hmm.

I'll have to return to that thought later. But for now... I want to talk about the other dating show. You know, the one on CMT. No? Well, shoot. If you're a huge Bach fan like me... you gatta get into Sweet Home Alabama! Hullo. Not only is it a refreshing break from the last very wha-wha couple of seasons of the Bach, it's just more real, in my opinion. I mentioned this before already on a previous post, but I don't know... the contestants on SHA just seem more genuine and down to earth. Maybe it's a Southern thing, but even some of the "city" guys impressed me towards the end. Shaun Bigsss, I'm talking to you. And yeah... I'm moving to New York. So, uh, look me up.

And the finale of this last season. Holy canoli.... that was definitely one of the most raw set of moments I've ever seen on any reality dating show. I cried really hard for like a good ten minutes. And then konked out immediately after. That's how hard I cried. I don't know if it was just the realness of the emotions being portratyed or if it was my own baggage that greeted me at the sight of heartbreak. Or just good old menstruation. I'm gunna say all three. I really broke down when she let Bubba go. And all the same, my heart smiled rivers wide for Jeremiah, the sweet farmer boy she picked in the end. He's totally my kind of guy-a flannel wearing musician with a super guarded heart. Who doesn't hate that last trait, naturally, but I don't think they make flannel wearing musicians (who are also incredibly scruffy and handsome) with out it. Don't I know it.

Anyway, here's the happy couple. Aren't they presch?

I absolutely love Paige Duke and think she makes an extremely marvelous role model for what every women should be like. I really do have a lot of respect for the South. The mamas and papas around there sure seem to know what's up.

If you guys haven't seen the show... you can watch all of them online on CMT! Feel free to thank me and/or throw curses at me for adding a new addiction/guilty pleasure to your plate. You're welcome.

Lastly, how great are these Vday cards?? I want to high five the creators or whoever came up with this cute and fun idea. They have one for each contestant... but these ones were my faves. SHAUN SMITH, I kind of love you... even though you tweet like a high schooler. No, but really, I do love you. I was riding on a real pair of LOLLERskates every moment you were on air. Thanks for making my heart smile hundreds of times in a row.

(The answer is Yes, Jeremiah.) (oh shoot, she picked you.) (I mean yay.) (But shoot.)

all images found on CMT Facebook Page.

Here's to Paige and Jeremiah.
And guilty pleasures. (What's yours? Do you watch these shows too ??)
And to Bubba! I sure hope they pick him to be the next Bachelor on SHA. Either way, he deserves one hell of an amazing lady.


Who Needs a Boyfriend When You Have A Blog.

photo cred / isn't this little workspace perfect? i want.

I gatta say-checking my phone every fifteen minutes for new e-mails/blog comments feels no different than checking my phone every fifteen minutes for text messages from dudes. If anything, it feels better. Cause if I don't have any new blog comments, I shrug my shoulders and go on about my day. But if I do.. then yay! (It's almost a whole lot of silly how much one little comment or e-mail can put an extra pep in my step on any given day.) (hint hint, wink wink)

Whereas if I get a text message from a chap I'm seeing, cool. But if I don't... uh, what. the. heck. In comes the over-analyzation, the worry, the frustration at one's inability to carry out a speedy response and/or portray a willful and determined desire to communicate and show interest. The dating life can really be so stressful, ya know. Joyous in many ways, yes, but by golly, stressful as f.

I needed this break. And I'm enjoying it quite nicely.

Much credit to this whole blogging voyage. Really. Aside from setting some pretty huge goals for myself as of lately, creating this little space has given me something to keep busy with, something to motivate me, to hold me accountable, to really truly focus on myself and those relationships (new and old) in my life that are strictly platonic. To reflect on how far I've come since the new year when I was so generously hit all at once with a bunch of craziness and heartbreak.

And boy have I really gone and done it. I've created a domain name, a Twitter account, a Facebook fan page.. the whole nine yards, in an attempt to make this new beloved hobbie of mine known. And ya wanna know something? I kinda feel like a jack ass. I mean, in all honesty, it's not like I'm asking people to come check out or support some great cause I'm fighting for. Or like I'm in some cool band that deserves an established fan base. Or even running a real profitable business behind this. Even the thought of that being the case in the future, just seems so far-fetched when all I'm really doing here is talking about myself and my mostly ordinary life. We've all got our own stories to tell, and I've got some crazy ones, sure, but at the moment, it's not like I'm really doing anything that extravagant. I'm moving to New York. From California. There's been plenty of moments already where I've thought to myself, "Really Jen? Who cares."

But you know what. Who cares who cares! At the end of the day, I'm doing this for me. With or without comments, followers, approval... this is my new gig, and it makes me really, very happy. For the interested-welcome! For the non-interested-it's all good! Heck, my sisters never click onto this thing, except to steal and re-load photos I took of them onto their instagrams..and it's doesn't bother me in the slightest. I'm not doing this for anyone else, I'm doing it for me.

This is my blog. My own personal journeys accounted for. My super savvy new generator of peace and self-reflection. My new boyfriend. (Along with Peeta Mellark. Hello precious piece of fiction. I have a huge crush on you.)

I just wanna say thanks to everyone who is here and reading. I progress with or with out you, but your company, your thoughts, and your encouragement, is sweet. And it means a lot to me. Really, really.

In other news, I'm having some crazy thoughts lately. Like.... just buying my one-way plane ticket to New York for the 1st of June. I already have a place to stay at first when I get there... maybe I should just do it. Just get out there. I'm feeling so anxious lately, it hurts, and the longer I hold on tight to this whole "save five grand first", the more I wonder if it's just gunna hold me back longer than necessary.

What do you guys think?

Risky has always been my color....

And going back to blogging...  how do you feel about it--Why do you read blogs? And if you have a blog of your own, why do you blog? How do you feel about "promoting" your blog? Do you sometimes feel like I do.. a little bit silly and self-centered?

Here's what some really awesome people have shared about their own blogging experiences, that has truly reassured my own part in all of this, as well as inspired me to keep at it passionately.

- Tammy's post about blogging.
- Jenni Chui's post, "Why I'll Never Quit Blogging"
- This incredible piece by Alexandra Rosas from Blogher's Voices of the Year last summer. (This one is more for those trying to understand what blogging even is, or why any of us do it... but still. I just love this piece so much, I have to share! )

Looking forward to hearing your thoughts :)


Spring Time in the Beach Town.

Happy Spring, babies.

I woke up to a beautiful day and decided that I was going to put on some real clothes.. some make up even and go outside. I brought Michelle with me.

We decided it would be kinda cute to get all nostalgic and visit some of our past hang outs. So guess what. We did!

Our little journey started at the epic Arroyo Verde Park where we spent our summers ice blocking and attending cross country practice. (We enjoyed/reflected more heavily on the former.) Here's a few snapshots. Isn't this park huge and amazing? It's even bigger than it looks in the photos. Awesome hiking/running trails and grassy knolls for dayssss.

Had to hit up downtown of course---because that's what you do on a sunny day in the 805... you go DT Ventura and enjoy all the fine shops and pastel colors it has to offer. I think our city council is made up of people who believe in Easter colors year round. This speculation hails from the fact that 60% of our city's buildings/houses is painted as such. I do not object. At all.

(Can you tell we are seesters?)

Considering it had been awhile since I'd been up to the Cross, I said, "letsssss gooo!" To which Michelle said, "ooooook!" And so up we went! Brought back a lot of memories of burrito picnics and ex-boyfriends. Good memories on both accounts !

I'm pretty proud of these shots. I have to say thank you to clear skies and Instagram for really making me feel like a talent today.

We had to pick up Shannon (sister #duex) up from work shortly after we left the cross, so while we waited for her to end her shift at the mall, we decided to cross the street and pay our middle school campus a visit. Wow, was that a flash back. Strange how long ago that feels, that very awkward time where I attempted to play the oboe in the school band, and wore the same Hurley sweatshirt everyday, to not match my multi-colored fat shoe laces on my beloved pair of pink adidas. That time when, all I wanted was to be cool and popular and liked, and secretly (but not secretly) admired by boys named Jordan, Wesley, and Stanley. Jordan especially. That kid had nice hair. I have no idea where in the world those characters of my youth exist now, but in my memory they return to me so vividly. Ah, middle school. It was a time filled with P.E. numbers, arctic freezes, lip sync contests, weeples, seagull poop, G.A.T.E., slam books, hundreds of notes in class and really just no idea what was yet to come in this little 'ol life of mine. And still, who knows what is yet to come. Life is really something, ain't it.

Ballin' artwork! Always loved our very colorful campus.

We picked up Shannon and brought her back to partcipate in this very important Sobel sisters public announcement:
Can you tell that I'm not joking around?

Somedays I really do go back and consider being a school teacher just so that I can take care of all the little ones that get picked on. Boy oh boy, would I love the heck out of them. And protect them like no other. For real.

After Anacapa, we migrated to Thousand Oaks to grab some dinner, purchase some Apple products for Michelle's new macbook (lucky biatch) and to also touch a bunch of shoes at Nordstroms we all wish we had the money to buy right now (Oh hey Oxfords...FIND A MAGICAL WAY TO GET INTO MY CLOSET, WON'T YOU/THANKS.) We would have taken more photos, but......our phones died. Ha. Poor us, we had to look at each other's faces not through an iphone lens, and actually talk to one another! Who does that anymore these days??

It was a wonderful, beautiful day spent with wonderful, beautiful sisters :)

And Ventura---You are a wonderful, beautiful place to call home. I'm sure gunna miss ya when I leave for the city. That's all I gatta say.


When Guests Complain.

(Photo: Jason Langer)
Here's an embarrassing scenario:

You're a waitress-one who prides herself on being a good one-one that listens, that connects, that doesn't get frazzled (or at least doesn't show it), and ultimately just provides impeccable services to all her tables. Always. Then one day, you show up to work--happy and ready for another night filled with serving and feeding the people, when your boss immediately asks you to talk, to "have a seat."

Uh oh.

(Panic. Fear. What did you do wrong???)

He goes on to tell you that he received a phone call.

(Ok. Definite panic. Definite fear. Wrong doing confirmed.)

A guest called and complained about your service. Not about the food, not about the restaurant in general. About you. *Your* service.

I know someone this happened to.

That someone was me. Last week.

Mind you, this is the first time in six years of waiting tables that I've ever had anyone call in and complain about my service (at least that I know of). Sure, there have been times in the past where I've been called out for certain things (when I first started out serving, for sure). And one time not too long ago, there was a woman who mentioned to my manager that I was "too chatty." However accurate that may be, I can't take complaints like that seriously. If you don't want me talk, don't ask me personal questions about my life. Just let me top off your lemonade and simply carry on as a waitress as I do and chatty crisis adverted.

In general, I haven't often gotten in any trouble. No sit downs & "you screwed up, kid", no "you're fired"s, no "you're suspended", no nothing. I've only been called into the principal's office once. It was in junior high and it was to be congratulated on a poem I wrote.

Needless to say, last week's sit down with my boss was a pretty traumatic moment in the life and career of a Punky cherub. Especially since it is a new job and I'm really trying to do everything, but disappoint and put my standards and executions in question.  It runs even deeper than that. Being the passionate person that I am, I take pride in all that I do. When I mess up, I don't just let others down, I let myself down. It was hard to sit there and hear things like, "You need to focus on being more engaging with your tables" and "when we hire around here, we aren't looking to hire people that are 'ordinary'. We want only the best."


As it turns out, this event of "bad service" occurred on a night that was crazy busy. Not to use that in my defense, but yeah, I do use that in my defense and I think it's perfectly acceptable. Sometimes, as servers, we do have a lot on our plate, more than what should be allowable (IMO), and what more can we do than just roll with the punches and hope for the best. I mean, honestly, if I could have skipped my turn in getting seated again that night, I would have, but there wasn't anyone else who could have taken those new tables anymore than I could. We got hit. Hard. All at once. As if having too many tables all at once wasn't enough, one of those tables was the waitress who trained me and her entire family, which couldn't have been anymore perfect on such a night, because I really got to show her how much I didn't know what to do (in reality, what I didn't have time to do), and that was enough to go home and be bummed out about as is. It came back to haunt me, naturally, with a hard list of all the things, "I missed" from said trainer, the following shift. Only before, the complaining guest on the phone.

Just all around great. The irony is that, on my way to work that gloomy day of harsh feedback, I was beaming with pride and satisfaction from having read a positive Yelp review that included my name in it. Ha. No joke. I guess it's really true what they say: you win some, you lose some.

There really were so many things I wanted to say when my boss was sitting there implying I was "ordinary" and lacked the ability to be "engaging". Among those things I wanted to say most was, "Wait, what????" But alas, all I could do in that moment was nod my head and finish the conversation off with a very meek "I'm sorry" coupled with an awkward slash forced smile. I was in such a state of shock, and honestly just very embarrassed. I went home sad. Sleep was lost, and some more sadness waited for me in the morning.

Being the confrontational person that I am, I went back into work the next day and this time, I asked my boss to take a seat. Having stayed up half the night thinking about what I wish I would have said in the moment of being talked to, I did just that. I said what I was too preoccupied with shock to push out. With lots of tears, mind you. Yes. However confrontational I am, that confrontation pretty much always comes with tears. I speak the truth often, but rest assured, my little voice is always shaking. I don't know if this is something I'll ever conquer, but at least I'm able to get my words out.. one way or another.

I told my boss point blank how disappointed and embarrassed I really was, and how hurtful it is to be thought of as just "ordinary." I explained to him that I do feel as though I am engaging with my tables, and though it is, in fact, recognized, it is a recognition that is usually delivered to me and me alone at my tables. And still, I will continue to try and do a better job. I explained to him how much the value of providing good service really means to me--even more than any good tip. And how the job is important to me. I feel happy and blessed to be a part of his team, and the last thing I want to do is put my standards of service and my position in question. Lastly, I thanked him for taking the time to talk to me and I let him know that any feedback whether good or bad, is taken to heart, always.

Thankfully, the boss was very gracious and compassionate in response to my thoughts and feelings, which was essential in moving forward in a healthy and productive manner. It felt good to get those things out. Am I still bummed out? A little bit, yeah, but at least my boss knows where I stand.

At the end of the day, things aren't always going to go according to plan. Not everyone is going to go home happy, not everyone is going to be as forgiving or understand what "too many tables at once" means, not everyone is going to share the same interpretation of what good service looks like, etc. On the flip side, I'm not going to always be able to provide the very best service to everyone all the time. I can try, and I do, trust me I really do--but a perfect set of circumstances isn't always there at my service. All I can do, is keeping working, keep smiling, and keep improving in any way possible. That's all anyone can do.

What about you? Have you ever received complaints on your service/performance on the job? How did you work through the disappointment and embarrassment? Do share.. it'll make me feel a whole lotssss better :)


Afternoon Buzzin' w/ Some Lady Friends.

For the recs, that basil-something cocktail was my first touch of hard liquor this whole year. Not like that's a sticker-worthy statement or anything, but I'm just sayin'. Drinking just doesn't fulfill me the same way gelato does. Or dollars in my wallet. Or easy times on the treadmill. Or mornings that are pleasant. 

Needless to say, I did order myself a drink today. I'm not about to say no to a $5 cocktail. Sister, please. If I show up to a fancy restaurant, prepared to maybe spend $12 on a single drink, and the server/angel then notifies me that that $12 drink is actually only $5 because by the grace of God I have arrived during Happy Hour, um.... that's the Good Lord telling me to have a drink. And enjoy it. Well, done and done

And boy was I buzzzzin' off that one. I guess extended sobriety/being a super light weight in general will do that to you. BUT HEY. This is all besides the point. 

The point here is that I just had an absolutely charming and wonderful lunch with two of my most favorite college pals. The three of us hadn't seen each other in awhile, so it was really nice to get together and catch up. Heck, it was nice for me to get out of my little bat cave of a bedroom. My life has become quite the neapolitan of work/blog-related things/and hanging out in my pjs all day as of lately. All great, no complaints. But like Gretchin Rubin points out, "no matter what the people are doing, they tend to feel happier when they're with other people." Heard that.  So I called up some homies (via the Facebook) and said "Lunch, ya?" (Spoiler alert: They said YA!!!!!)

Meet Claire and Anais. These two pretty faces are very special people to me. As a transfer student coming into UCI, I struggled to break down the towering fortresses of a very tight-knit drama department. As a whole, college was not (I repeat, not.) the most joyous of times. Just let my tumblr tell you. I struggled to fit in, struggled to feel connected to my peers, struggled to feel worthy, capable, certain of anything. Looking back, a poor attitude and a strong lack of self-love/belief had much to do with that "struggle", but that's not to say that people were warm and welcoming towards me when I arrived. They weren't. Not even a year or two years later. It was a very cold place for me, and I hated being unique to that feeling, while everyone else was laughing, holding hands and having a swell time. It made me feel like something was wrong with me. Like I really was that "weird girl", but maybe not in a good way after all. When in fact, I am that weird girl, but I do believe in a good way, and nothing was wrong with me, I just wasn't in the same space or the same frame of mind as all those kids were. I wasn't as passionate as they were about acting, I wasn't as competitive as they were about getting casted. I wasn't as social as they were constantly. I wasn't as interested in discussing Glee and Spring Awakening and auditions and projects and shows everyday, all day. Suddenly memorizing lines for a scene felt like going to the dentist to get a cavity filled. I just wanted to put it off and reschedule and not have to "deal" with it. I wasn't a true "drama kid" anymore (which in itself was a very scary and doleful revelation). What was once a favorite past-time of mine; playing dress up and putting on shows with the kids in my mom's home daycare, what was once a full-time hobbie of mine; participating in community theater and being a drama nerd in high school/junior college, was now just that- a past-time. My interests had changed. And my proposed post-college agenda was much different than all my fellow college mates. It was an agenda that no longer included pursuing acting at all. It goes without saying, I found myself surrounded by people who I just didn't share that much in common with. It wasn't until my final quarters at UCI (conveniently) that I started to really grasp this and was able to accept the fact that not only a. I probably/definitely picked the wrong major (though I can argue against that now in ways) and b. I really wasn't genuinely going to fit in with my classmates... ever. And I did try, believe me (and not in just a Courtney Robertson sort of way, ha), there were times in which I reached out, in which I conversed, in which I engaged. But that awkward disconnect always seemed to be there. And I always felt like a cartful of lame for even trying when the interest and the effort wasn't genuinely reciprocated. 

****Almost always. Luckily, there were a few kindred spirits who came out of the wood work. And Praise God for it. Just because two people don't share a majority of the same interests doesn't mean there isn't an opportunity to connect with each other in some other way. But it takes two to tango in such a movement, and I can only say thank you and thank you and thank you some more to these two ladies for digging and taking an interest beyond my acting resume and my all-time fav musical. (Which is CATS by the way. Just kidding. West Side Story.) (Not sure if that answer is much better, but I like to think it is a little bit. Seriously, who can stand CATS? Or better yet, Phantom of the Opera. Seriously city vacationers, you're going to spend your broadway experience seeing Phantom??? I pity you.) (I take it back. No, not the pitying. The saying West Side Story isn't a legit fav. Sure, it's been done over and over again, but I'm talking the original film here, with Natalie Wood, in all her brilliance. If you don't know what I'm talking about, shame. on. you. Go watch West Side Story. Now. I mean, after you're done reading, commenting, following me on Twitter, and 'liking' me on Facebook that is. [winky winkssss !]) (Thanks.) (I digress.) (I KNOW.) (And actually, I feel like I just contradicted myself a bit there with all of that theater ranting. The truth is, musical theater will always have a special place in my heart, and I do talk about it still and appreciate it, I just no longer eat, breathe, and dream it anymore. That's all.) Ok. Where were we? Oh yeah, I love my friends! And it was truly so magical to see them today.

What I looooove is being at this age, (that yes, at most moments is confusing as fuck), but also the most opportunistic period of our lives. It's so exciting for me to hear my friends talk about the possibilities of au pairing abroad or working on organic farms in foreign countries or investing in creative business ideas, or auditioning for grad acting programs in Australia. I feel so blessed to share that excitement and that inspiration with them. To be a genuine supporter! And in return, feel the love and support as well. 

I guess this is what friends are for, huh. :)

Before, I take this post to a closing, I did want to share something awesome with you. Anais was telling me about the book/project Soul Pancake. Have you guys heard of this?? I gatta go get me a copy of this book like now, because it sounds too awesome. Well, anyway, Anais had the opportunity to participate in one of their projects outside of the book and here it is ! In addition to a great lunch with some great friends, this video really made my made day. (Thanks Anais/which heart guy are you????)

Cheers! To life, love, and friendships. Oh, and Happy Hour.