happy birthday america

if there's anything constant, it's my affinity to drama. Not baby mama drama in the high school sense of the word, but change and passion for a consistently inconsistent world. It keeps me on my toes; every passing glance is an unspoken flirtation, each meal my last, every jog I'm running from some notorious drug lord.. imagination does wonders. Everything is fresh as long as you will it so

that said, good weekend. I feel like I'm on vacation from life sometimes. Amidst the hyperbolic patriotism and excruciating heat, there was fun. An undying love for smashbros was rediscovered, as well as my inability to deny booze whenever tempted. Fireworks at Coronado, courtesy of a planning session with rics, was sheer success. Though car two got to watch the fireworks atop a ferry, I'd say oogling at man-made light patterns on the beach was comparable. And alcohol induced movie poster passing does wonders for an ego

A lot of explorin' SD through consumer culture this weekend. Frequented PB the whole of this week on a rampant search for the perfect black v neck. Failed miserably. Perfected the art of window shopping. Watched depressing druggie movies at 6am. Consumed too many delicious (though pricey) meals. Attended a one woman show @ La jolla playhouse (which was definitely a work in progress). I sometimes feel like I'm finally turning into the urbanite my mom was always rearing me up to be, except now on my own accord.

It's weird when you start realizing what you want. For my floater self I just kind of go with it, but when things start to materialize, and I gradually grasp what I enjoy and what I don't, it's that next bit that scares me. Making a decision. Could be that you realize you don't truly enjoy a friend's company, or you undeniably love tacky music. Either way you have to readjust some of your ways. It's just that some choices are irreversible, and you never know till you make em'. and I babble

It's weird how, to this day, I can't really write with music. I tried to blast some rilo kiley prior to this post, but there's something that collides when it comes to music and word flow. That, or i'm mentally retarded. I'm guessing the latter