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.

A Little Spring Cleaning + Financial Update.

My step-dad had a job interview in Fresno today, so him, moms and the baby bro were gone all weekend, leaving me and the sisters with the house to ourselves. They returned early this evening, and since Shanny and I threw a wild keg party both nights with costumes and glitter and strippers and firecrackers and a jolly jump and giant pinatas, there was quite the mess to clean up. I mean aside from the house almost burning down and the cops coming over to break up the party (three times, maybe four, before they finally gave up and said, "fuck it, they have jelly beans, and there's a serious dance party [DP] going on in that living room- let's kickkkk it"), there was a stolen VCR, a missing pack of juice boxes from the fridge and CHEESE EVERYWHERE. Along with starburst wrappers and puzzle pieces. Mysterious shoes/passed out persons in every corner. Kool-aid stains all over the carpet, beer cans to the ceiling, and a TWO DOLLAR BILL on my dresser that wasn't there before!!!! Don't even get me started on all the rearranged furniture and the writings on the wall. (They said things like "Punky is the shit!" and "So is Liza Manelli!") It was a CRAY-Z time, friends. You missed it.

Alas, here's what really happened. (Haha, I'm obnoxious. I know.)  Parents left for the weekend and Shanny and I drank some wine, watched The Voice, hung out with Michelly when she returned home from her LA/OC part-time living (due to job and acting), and had a few long-haired men with rad moustaches over to play music in our living room. Nothing that crazy at all. But still: there was a tub full of dishes that needed to be washed, a bathroom that needed a little clorox wipe love, and a living room that needed some tidying up. So I said, "Hey sister, lets do some cleaning and make this place look nice before Mama gets home." To my surprise, she said, "Ok." I love a cooperative sister, don't you.

And so there was some cleanin' in our Monday afternoon. And now there is some relaxin'. Just about ready to turn on the finale of THE BACH, but before I do: How about a financial update, ay?

After all, the reason I started this blog is to plan/track my moving to New York, so I think it's only right that I document the progress made.

If you refer back to the last post about saving and financials, I was in a starting debt of $3,158.

I'm proud to say my current debt has decreased to $1,601.

That's $1, 557 PAID OFF!

- Disneyland Pass is paid off and reactived
- Mom is paid off for all the financial help the past few months (thanks Mom!)
- And my Capitol One balance is back down to $0.

STOKED.

I mean obviously, I've got a ways to go still, but I'm well on my way! The job is paying me well (in dollars and in pie) and I'm on the hunt for a second part-time gig to help the savings process arrive quicker.

Meanwhile, I just got an unexpected message today from an old high school friend who is currently living in New York, working for an awesome-sounding company that is hiring. I have to do a little more research into it, but if all checks out, I might just apply and see if maybe I can get my butt on over to the city even sooner! Landing a job in advance-now that would be stellar.

Either way, life is good-- things are happening, money is going to the right places, dishes are getting washed, and tonight is the SEASON FINALE OF THE BACHELOR!!! Let the guilty pleasure begin.

WG.

Somebody, somewhere said, "Don't apologize for falling behind on your blog posts." This person sounded smart and I like to follow the things that smart people say. So, I'm not going to apologize for falling behind on my blog posts this week. K. Glad we had that chat.

Now. Before I go to bed and lose an hour of sleep (thanks Spring DUMBward-you're just as dumb as.... what I just typed at the beginning of these parentheses.) I wanna deliver the goods this week.

First off---A brilliantly written piece by Jenni Chiu. I've only been a part of the blogging gang for a few months now, but the rewards have been great- utterly fulfilling. I think this post says why-- in the most eloquent of fashions. Bravo, Jenni! P.S. Jenni's entire blog rocks. Have a looksy.

This next homegirl almost isn't worth mentioning because, well everyone and their blogging mothers and sisters already know/follow the genius, I'm sure, but I refuse to discount how much amusement and pleasure I get out of reading her stuff. Alas, here's my favorite Dooce post this week. When else, I'd give two nickels about loose baby teeth, I don't know. This woman just knows how to tell a story. I love her so much for it, I think I'm starting to hate her.

Then there's this guy. Yeah. Guy. As in Dude. MALE BLOGGER. They do exist. With quite the advantage, I must say. Kinda like good looking straight dudes in a college drama department (don't get me started.) Anyway. This guy. I spotted him during Blog Brunch last weekend. Creeped onto his twitter, eventually onto his blog, then read his bio, and became an instaFAN. Then, I proceeded to check out some of his posts and said, wait, but no, I really am a fan of this guy----His blog is awesome. Seriously, check it out. He features some really eclectic works by a motley crew of artists (like this one, I heart) and his composition is impressive, even without the fact that English is his second language. Hats off to you, G. You're pretty, G.

Speaking of eclectic artists, The Jealous Curator featured this artist this week. Whoah. Je t'aime. To get a view of the full collection, I suggest clicking onto the artist's website (the collection is called Dare Alla Luce). My absolute favorite piece is this one. Brilliance.

Here's something delicious, I can only dream of attempting to make on my own. Dear bloggers/people in my life who bake, can you bake these for me and send them to me on my birthday? Or sometime this week? Gratzi.

Finally, these lollerskates here and here. (Via Noa. Thanks, girlfriend.)

There's more, so much more. I'm ripping you and my archives off. But I'm sleepy. And still not apologizing. (But kinda.)

I love you?

Happy Sunday.

( I'll be a posting monster this week, I swear. )