2010, too legit

started this back in the 06 days of xanga and so I continue. Will allow myself to edit 2010 stuff till January.

2010 Resolutions/Accomplishments (combined for the first time)

• Find my vocation, get accepted into grad school
  
• Start a band, or have a steady influx of jam buddies
  
• Start a company whether that be our jewelry idea or a simple etsy store
• Move out of SD, plus five for an international move
  
• Be less quick to judge -- hear my inner bias but don't express it.
• Keep in contact with everyone I still talk to regularly, whether that be through emails, calls, messenger pigeon
• Donate to a political campaign - really believe in it though
  
• Volunteer with something completely unrelated to my career so as not to confuse humanitarian with ambition
• Live minimal
• Remain self sufficient
• Find 5 musical/literary/visual artists that I sincerely like and learn to keep up with. Do not revert to college interests when discouraged.
  

OLD RESOLUTIONS Revisited

Desired 2009 Accomplishments

• Get to NY, or at least have a solid plan of doing so by 2010.

Currently applying to three ny summer publishing intensives and got 944's endorsement even after the throwdown with my editor. Also looking into NYU's BER program if I can secure 2 business journal experiences in LA next january. BER is cool. You get a full time internship at the news desk for WSJ or Dow Jones or Economist..thus ensuring your baller-ness as a reporter. And by reporter ballerness I mean 35K (blergh!)

• Sustain myself with my own income

YEA! Not only myself but my new puppy. And not only sustain but live comfortably enough to think about opening a jewelry store. Yea..money is dope.

• Live in Hillcrest

PB is the frat bros hillcrest and honestly its all the same. As long as I can cruise around and shop at thrifts I am good.

• Have a bitchin' playlist

YEA! Thanks to mtg a buncha ppl who reminded me of music. I mean, by bitching we're talking indie hipster tunes circa 2005. But this emo business makes me unbearably happy and I'm glad I now have friends who concur.

• Collect all Kevin Smith movies

Got Netflix. Negatory.

• Freelance for SD Magazine

Too busy churning out bullshit technical crap for VoIP and equally obscure niche industries. So no.

• Finish a book, or at least a short story I'm proud of
  

Came to terms with the fact I am not that kind of writer. I like honesty in writing. And I don't have enough life experience to convey my version of truth and have it be remotely interesting. So, putting an indefinite hold on this one. And I realize I don't see third person stories, I see way subjectively. It is frustrating when trying to re-tell.

2009 Resolutions

• Be more active/adventurous. Reconnect with love for biking, try surfing more diligently once I thaw out

I bike lots, tried surfing more than in 2008 and am pretty satisfied with my hiking/exercise regimen. SWEET!

• Don't catch myself hanging out with people I don't really like, learn to keep in touch with the ones I do

yay for 2nd, nay for first. But I am significantly better at awareness.

• Write more, read more

yea, realized writing for work ain't all that great. Reading a lot more though, I think Europe and utter boredom helped a lot.

• Make a darn webcomic

nay

2008 Resolutions

• Get Abs

ha!

• Don't fall in love again

ha i am just a creature of love. love for work, friends, ppl, moments, music..I accept

• Don't catch myself doing something I don't care about

this is the same thing as that 2009 resolution in a different outfit. i'm unoriginal

• Don't over-think experiences

wow, i was way obscure. I think this is just me.

To incite change a decision must be made

but its the after decision that I way fear.

Now that I've quit my job, granted I have the longest resignation schedule known to mankind, I am fucking freaked.

The thing is I don't want $, I want professional fulfillment and intellectual stimulation which is hard to find in a month-long job hunt. Chen pointed out my obsessive tendency to spread my job hunt thin, so I've created a schedule. Here it is:

Week 1: Public Affairs/Non-profits, public policy research (DC area)
http://www.policyjobs.net/
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wl/jobs/home
http://www.idealist.org
Coro Fellowship: http://www.coro.org/site/c.geJNIUOzErH/b.4667963/k.725D/Coro_Fellows_Program.htm
CAP: http://www.americanprogress.org/
Nonprofit Oyster: http://www.nonprofitoyster.com/
USA Jobs/federal jobs: http://www.usajobs.gov/

Week 2: Book publishing / magazine publishing - EA type positions (SF or NY area)
NYU BER PRogram - Impressive NYU J-School in Business reporting
Stanford Publishing Website - High quality editorial jobs


CHRISTMASTIME - 1 week off

Week 3:
Tech sector Communications PR / Tech sector editorial (SF or SD area)

JANUARY 2 thousand freakin ten

Week 4:
Arts Communications or administrative / SD positions (n/a)

Week 5:
Economics/Business Analyst type positions and/or Financial Reporting (any area)

Week 6:
Los Angeles positions - Fashion PR (reliant on the fact I have no previous luck)

SUNDANCE!! (Goal: get job by sundance so I can watch indie movies in peace)

alright I am obsessed. But I will be posting helpful sites on this blog to help myself with this process.

Pitchfork reviews Bradford Cox, amuseument ensues

"Some musicians listen to records to see how they work, check out the competition, or trawl for ideas; by all available evidence, Cox feels records, deeply. If he was born without musical gifts and couldn't sing or play an instrument, one can imagine him working at a record store, amassing an enviable collection while driving people on a message board crazy with the sureness of his detailed opinions."

so true

In between

getting a degree getting a dog falling in love falling out of love finding a job hating a job publicly relating proofing editing blah blergh bleh

I forgot how much i miss music. There was a time when I'd live for the next glass house show. Where chain reaction was my weekly jaunt. Where no social gathering was without screaming a TBS song or playing death cab in the dark while dissecting our souls.

I confess, I was an orange county hipster.

While this was gross, I miss music so much. I miss falling in love with an artist, I miss not being able to sing without losing my voice. I miss endless nights of photoshop where it was me and my man oberst till sunrise. I miss moshpits and random gnarly battle scars. I miss skanking, crowd surfing, lighters, ballads, and words that make so much sense.

Phoenix, Vampire Weekend, Spoon, and Manchester Orchestra @ UCSD in December. Need more shows to be excited about..think there's an interpol show sometime this month too.

The Muse

is turning into our generation's "Queen"

I enjoy it :)

One of these days

I want to go on an excavation :)

I miss you Europe like a severed limb

Charles De Gaulle, Paris 8/3/09

I want to be constantly around words and colors
things made of fire that ignite the mind
Comfort pains, madness soothes, is this a problem
am I wronged indefinite?

I will never be happy
but for the moment of inspiration
To constantly create that moment
tires and uninspires exponential

the accomplished sort though

--
Air Berlin Flight, En Route to Dusseldorf 7/30/09

travelling is divine! maddening!
from a 16 mile elevation
Dusseldorf looks like Pasadena
in 10 hours I'll re-board Air Berlin
Flight 3745
trying so very hard not
to grin out loud
at the jolly german demeanor
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Rue de Martyrs in Montmartre, 7/31/09

Wandering the streets of Montmartre
for the last half hour
where the greats pondered days on end
And ended days with worlds pretend
I couldn't be more culturally out of place
but my soul's at rest
(ha! upon completing that sentence I had the rudest cafe worker give me hell. For shame!)

Paris je t'aime but for what I have not yet discovered

Morissey at work makes Christina an unproductive girl

Forces of containment
They shove their fat faces into mine
You and I just smile
Because we're thinking the same lines

You're not right in the head and nor am I
And this is why
This is why I like you

In Bruges

Hopefully the rising tourism doesn't kill Bruges before my bank account recovers and I can POSSIBLY visit. Somehow the modern world just passed this place by. The bike lanes are broader than car lanes. Its a medieval city, added to the UNESCO World Heritage site as of 2000. People have coined it the Venice of North Europe. I want!

Soul Search

I do this, a lot. I'm pretty exhausted from it actually.

Situation update: I have my undergraduate degree in economics and political science, which is cool. But it was never what i really wanted to do. I guess I never wanted to cheat my mom out of 80K for an impractical liberal arts degree. I can now balance budgets and predict forecasts to a T. That does not enrich me whatsoever, and that's ok.

Now I'm hoping to finance my own education. The education I wanted for myself, by myself. It's exciting actually, the prospect of studying in classes I'm paying for with my full time salary. And yes I'll be exhausted. And yes I will probably cry myself to sleep a lot. But I'm determined as hell

Went to The Getty this weekend. Finally saw the monet's there! Incredible. Renoir's La Promenade! Exquisite. The Degas' and Manet's didn't impress me much. I'm glad my cousin's interested in the arts too, it'd get pretty lonesome wandering exhibits completely alone.

This is Monet's The Portal of Rouen Cathedral in Morning Light. Gorgeous in person, bland in 2d print. It's all about the texture and optical illusion. His process was cool too - this is one of 30 prints done to study the effects of light on this one particular building. He didn't finish any of them until 2 years after he started. I've decided i'm not the biggest fan on impressionism, but monet has a talent I can't comprehend. He saw how the light dances and captured it exquisitely.

This seems true

The Frugal Repast - 1904

This is Picasso. Seriously. Apparently he is considered the greatest printmaker of the twentieth century in addition to being an incredible sculptor, painter, father of cubism etc. He etched this at a tender age of 23, living in bohemian Montmartre (very possibly close the the cafe where we had duck confit and escargot). I really like how uninterested they are..how masculine the girl looks..and how subtle everything is.

Anywho, life is good. As I try to involve myself in the arts I'm learning that the study of art isn't as much about the creativity as it is about the anthropology. Where I look at a Giotto and see well shaded people, a curator will look at it and discover the historic location, time, and radicalism of the piece. The curator sees a movement, an entire culture and the artist's relationship with said culture. Its really quite bomb.

OK..I need to stop having 24 hour days and sleep when my body needs to. This is enriching but TRULY desctructive

Isaac Brock is strange and wonderful

I love this EP..its progressive and chipper. Yay for musical evolution. Its been out for a while but I finally got time to download (my most favorite sunday activity).

I've always been fascinated with brock's vocals, but their other music in long spurts brings me down. This stuff is fun. And still complex enough to keep my attention

Religious, I am not

But I spent an hour in front of El Greco's painting at the SDMA. Obviously the single piece pales in comparison to the Prado's vast collection, but his work is so expressive. I tried to go through the spanish painters chronologically but was instantly drawn to his Penitent St. Peter


















The Penitent St. Peter @ SDMA
The Adoration of the Shepherds @ the Prado

Selfless, Cold, and Composed

I've always used these sorta things in a constructive way. As a driving force to change my life for the positive

I'm way bent on ambition. Some of my friends find it impressive. It's sort of just a constructive way to channel frustration, anger, w/e

I am feeling things that I haven't felt in a while. And that is why I need to be cold. I can't care about things anymore, except myself my abilities my interests. Creativity, change, productivity, movement

Always movement and newness. Freshness feels real

Anyway, Europe was wonderful. America on the other hand...Idelle put it best - AMERICAN REALITY CHECK

I want to do big things

Not for myself though. I just know that I'm capable of doing things, and I want those things to help other people.

I just don't know what anymore..I mean any industry can have some humanitarian merit. Like the PR at my company helps startups get their name out there..and that's really freakin cool, but technology doesn't really interest me too much yet

I feel like technology taints human interaction which is the bottom line to living at all. And knowing I work towards helping technology..its hard for me. But I like what I do

I hope one day I'll find something I believe in. One of our clients - Sac Press, is really awesome. They're on the cutting edge of journalism on the hyperlocal level, yet still hold in-person workshops as a resource for citizen journalists. They've combined the power of technology with the basic human need to communicate, and that's bomb. I'd love to think of something I believe in..and just make it happen

Of COURSE when I blog on my spare time I write about the same topic I write about for work. How obsessive of me

(PS bday was the shit, will post w/ pics later)

Paris est beau

Or at least Helmut Newton's representation of it is. Guess I'll have to see for myself in t minus 12 days. Holy hell!

Post-Work-Wednesday Equals

laser eye consultation, wallet pickup downtown, 6 mile challenge w. sonia, stealing my magazine clips from JP, indie movie w/ deanne, and hopefully sleep somewhere in between.

Stoked because "managing editor" is again the works. If this pulls through I'll be saying hello to the wondrous world of book publishing sooner than I thought.

Marion Cotillard is Divine

As is her hair.









She's also the co-star of public enemies opposite of Depp which should be pretty amazing. First fell in love with her in j'eux d'enfants where she met her current boyfriend, and god-like creature, Guillaume Canet.









To this day, I'm still in love with their love

Taffy The Fish

I got a Pearlscale goldfish: a freaking obese aquatic gerbil of a thing..
in a word, awesome
My first pet since hamster vonnegut murdered pride in my dorm room 2nd year.

Petsmart will so rue the day they let me purchase responsibility for $5.99

work drives me mad

today I bitched out a poor McD worker because she didn't warn me I was getting balsamic vinaigrette instead of southwest

today our weekly maid sent in substitute cleaners. Both were mexican women and under 18 years old, WTF man it was sad

today I learned i'm yet again not going to travel as promised

From Devil Wears Prada: "Cheers to jobs that pay the rent!"

Ladidadida

before running outta the house to do mindless errands, wanted to do a quick update on this week

Good thus far! Am officially going to madrid, rome, dusseldorf, and paris in T minus 30 days.

I won a goldfish named sushi at the fair yesterday. Sherwin, rose, and I were freakin tards having our fair fish "bond", but it was awesome nonetheless.

Watched a romantic comedy today where the protagonist was a book publisher editor in chief. Hello forgotten dreams! Need to get on that if I'm still bent on adventure and fulfillment

Alright, am stoked to swim around in this bajillion degree weather. ttul blog!

holy shit that movie was a dirty ass mindfuck on ecstasy

Well no, it was overall boring. but the aftershocks!

Under the presumption we were doing a chick flick night, me and virginia picked up "A Christmas Tale" (Un conte de Noël). Branded as a charming family flick with a quirky cast, I was smoothly sailing to a night of mindless vapidity. Rave reviews screamed "Magical!" "Enchanting!", and we were gullible little suckers. It was a french movie, so I guess you could say we were properly warned.

Shit was crrrrrrrazy. 3 hours of psychosomatic character analysis puts one in a pretty shaken up state. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone, because the movie required extreme patience and sincere interest in abstraction. BUT FUCK WAS IT WORTH IT!

Families are so interesting. Whether they're traditional, nuclear, nuclearly reactive, or friends...they all take on a type of character. The movie portrayed a family, and it was so organic and confusing. And the whole time you were second guessing whether the filmmakers were mental retards or brilliant geniuses. It was interesting, boring, intense and frustrating, one fell swoop.

Ok its 3am, I'm not sleeping, and I love it

I'm not high, not drugged up, not in a state of fleeting but gnawing regret over a night of folly

I'm in love with life, the cinema, and the power to STILL connect with creators of artish things
I hate abstraction in real life though. As if having the capacity to converse with the people who make these things I love would ruin its mystereeee.

Fred Jones, pt. 2 came on at work today

and I wondered about a boy
who loved a band who had the world at his fingertips
who played amazing piano who i hardly knew
because i feared
who spoke 6 languages
who proudly admitted to liking bright eyes
who inspired by the mere fact someone of such grand caliber existed
who was destined for life past 25

who never got it

and I miss the him I never got to know but for a brief beat, intoxicated randomness, 5 sec phone convos, piano player impersonations..

Ben folds is legit

1:30am never felt so far from sleep.

Trying to finish this project for work and realizing I need to be less of a perfectionist. I'm really happy with my job right now since I've moved from grunt-work intern to having some wisp of responsibility. I do get to write about my clients now, but I'm a little afraid I got more than I bargained for. Writing 2-4 single spaced pages on high-tech companies who's names I can hardly pronounce, and mechanisms I can hardly comprehend, is a trying task.

Right now I would kill for a volcano burrito, nay, a volcano box.

I quit

alcohol!

This morning I found myself 6am in my car in la jolla, drove to mira mesa to nap and woke up 8am for work. I then proceeded to work for 10 hours in light of me leaving early for a happy hour last week.

I quit alcohol!

Time Relativity

I'm taking my last final in physics tomorrow, half wishing I put my mind to use when it came to choosing majors. I would have loved physics. My favorite book growing up was 'Einstein's Dreams' which formulated fictional thought experiments on the workings of time in the same ingenious manner that made Einstein famous. Somebody once said that it is the duty as a citizen to understand how science works..I agree

k nuff slacking, back to quantum physics

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The time you take to self reflect will save your future self an eternity of regret.

From my frame of reference these last 5 college years have passed with the brevity of 1 year. My 16 year old self looking at me now, 21, would see an eternity into the future. The time I've stayed disconnected is a half-hour to me and a half-lifetime to her. I've aged 3 eons since my dad passed, and a mere 5 minutes since my first love. My drive to work reads 15 min away but from my inertial frame it's an alternate universe 3 light years from my dream. To him we could be together till time stops but to me time has stopped, stalled, and other such stagnancies.

Funny how time itself isn't much but how timing is everything.

Top 5 songs to wake up to

1) 99 Red Balloons - Nena
2) Fidelity - Regina Spektor
3) Today - Smashing Pumpkins
4) Annie Waits - Ben Folds Five
5) Chop Suey! - System of a down

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I made a real mix CD for the first time in ages. It took 2+ hours, and the whole time I was wondering how I had the patience to this every night in high school

Though my music is antiquated, I still love it all the same :)..

Quick week update:

Wolverine was fly. I think girls liked it more than guys not only due to Hugh Jackman's bodacious bod (even his biceps had biceps), but also because it was more of an engaging plot rather than a 2 hour CGI-ified fight-fest.

I'm starting this picture a day project in light of a gallery exhibit I wrote about a few months ago. I am by no means a photographer, but I figure it'd help my pathetic excuse for a memory.

I recently purchased a portable car vacuum, an act in which I've placed way too much symbolic significance in. True, it seems like a reasonable venture, a vacuum to well, vacuum. But in my head of heads it came to symbolize all things aging and changing, the harbringer of maturity sucking out my youth.

Boyfriend and I napped to Anthony Bourdain yesterday which inspired him to vivaciously (and half consciously) proclaim he was dreaming of steak.

Oh yea, and seeing as how this post will be published at 4:21am it seems I've re-adopted my high school insomnia. I haven't slept for two days now

Truly

I've never met anyone so insensitive before. I'm in awe

Although I hate finals

these are my lasts..

last round of red-bull sponsored all nighters

last night of scavenging clics for remnants of POTS

last week of looking like a bum, feeling like a bum, but loving it all the while

I feel like something should change after this. Like I'm supposed to guffaw the fuck out of 12 years of damn education

the truth is I'm scared shitless. I feel more lost, more alone, more undiscovered... than I was leaving hs four years ago.

4 years ago I had dreams pre-cynicism. 4 years ago I was blogging my highschool story in epic detail. 4 years I believed so strongly in the unbreakable bonds around me.

These last 4 years have flown by. The people have flown away. Everything's taking flight and I'm here, not really wanting to

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To my first year of asian sorrority, hectic revelle school leadership, and never-ending drunken fiascos with indistinguishable drunken people..cheers

To my second year of drinking, dancing, ART!, self discovery, damn good music..cheers

To my 3rd year of campus organizing, realizing the power of passion in a pcn, marching with beaming pride, understanding my roots..cheers

To my final year of humbled gratitude, understanding my responsibilities, working for my future, reading a lot more, writing some, pulling a 180 on all my former attitudes...

well we'll see how this turns out. Hopefully with a damn amazing career to premise a legendary life story

Is it so wrong

that I am sick of trying with people, that I just don't want to surround myself with anymore. I know everyone has to fake it, but that's what corporate america is for. Friendship is different, friendship should never be obligatory..

anyway, vegas was amazing. Good vibes all around, east coast people are pretty awesome. "Bunny hopped" across the brooklyn bridge, tried a McGangBang, made it rain with titty cards, and clubbed under the craziest influence, etc.

I have a full time job here now. That's hard to really grasp. I mean it's starting June and everything so I have a few months to try and understand it..but is this really my life now..it'd be good..

I dl-ed the album of one of my first year friends. He and I and a bunch of our buds used to go watch bright eyes, death cab, and mauled soma basically every week. His stuff sounds like bright eyes, but better. Folksy subtle stuff, the kind i love. I miss depth


"I know it may sound weird, but all of these things here, are things that disapear"

"And perhaps you swore

that you would never return from whence you'd come, that you would live out the rest of your life electrified by that urgency, that thrill of discovery and transformation - but return you did."
-Expect Resistance

Ever have a book change your life? The last time I read lit from the same collective I'm reading right now I quit my job as a republican event planner, worked at a band studio for the primary perk of banging the drum after my graveyard shift, ventured with the hallucinogens, had an entrepreneurial stint to design shirts featuring book quotes, started a secret art journal at Geisel and attempted to get it in the libraries' system (PETRONIUS the symbol, bitches), slept on a bouch (our couch-bed) in the living room, and wanted every experiential pleasure and pitfall.

I lived in the dankest, stank filled hole of a home, posted paper all over our living room in want of happy non-biased communal art (I got it, but also my share of college-kid slanders) , and would talk anna's ears off about simone d'beauvoir and my feminist theory class. I needed truth, hated judgement, judged those who were judgemental, and in the end I found my 'self' by myself.

There's gotta be balance. Some kind of a practical to that lifestyle. But why am I searching for the practical..

I want to adventure my life away so that by the time I'm graying, I'll not have known all the wonders of the world, but be in desperate want for an infinity of more.

After the fact..

My hard drive's chocked full of pictures

the same picture really, just with slightly different head tilts and eye shimmers
the same energy though
the kind of magic energy two people hoard from the rest of the world
that inspires them to do and be and see and feel
one-ness
one-ness so distracting you forget there's anything outside your bed
intoxicating one-ness that fools without fail
so overwhelming you happily drown yourself in it
until you realize you're just suffocating

the other day an old friend asked if I was finally in a healthy relationship
In my head I was thinking oxymoron. Out loud I replied yes

the other day you asked me if I still wanted to be with you
In my head I was thinking. Out loud I replied no

Hand me some o' that good ol' inspiration

oh wait, I've already found it. In fact, I'm merrily swimming in it's overflowing placenta

After 5 years at a second rate university, 5 million and ten job/internships to flower my resume with, and 5 hours of unending research I've finally realized what I've been waiting for.

Book publishing. So simple. Combines the marketing/publicity skills I've gained as well as the editorial opportunity I need and have amateur experience with..surrounding myself with the written word 24/7, and being put in a position of a book entrepreneur..my life would be, dare I say it, satisfying..

I can see it now..Figured out Christina pitted against my current ever-so-lost, in the career sense of the phrase, self...How full circle would that be, realizing that every mishap and blunder in my SD life was to ultimately lead me into something greater. Guess my hopeless romantic self is still there, but clinging to a frappucino and laptop rather than current boy-toy's hand..

Problem? there's too much shit to apply for now. From internships to associates programs, grad schools to continuing study programs. My skin is thick, and by golly I'm ready for an onslaught of rejection. But somehow, with some twist of fate, I hope next new years is celebrated with Pinot Noir and Dick Clark in my new york studio...

PS: congrats to jayden for being a TA. He deserves something good in life, and I can't wait to pretend to be his TA pet..ahhaha

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See: How I Met Your Mother, Season 1
Hear: Anything by Psapp or The Blow
Read: Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole
Play: Bizarre Love Triangle, remake by Frentel

2009, Real Talk

Among the talk of resolutions, retribution, and 08 reflections there's been even greater talk of a web-comic with (as dubbed by Gabe) 'the cortina crew'. Since we talked of it for over the last 6 months, it best go down this year, and chill it will be.

I feel like compiling a new years list. Maybe it'll catch on next year. Maybe it'll just be a wonderful exercise in procrastinating my article due in t minus 3 hours. But here goes!

(an old roomie once said I'm a very goal oriented person. I concur and realize the plans of mice and men etc etc...but half of my goals come true, so I'll forever be a dreamer)

2009 Resolutions

• Be more active/adventurous. Reconnect with love for biking, try surfing more diligently once I thaw out
  
• Don't catch myself hanging out with people I don't really like, learn to keep in touch with the ones I do
  
• Write more, read more
• Make a darn webcomic
  

2008 Resolutions

• Get Abs
• Don't fall in love again
• Don't catch myself doing something I don't care about
• Don't over-think experiences

Major 2008 Accomplishments

• Being published in 8 issues of a magazine
• Gaining a communications job without the needed major, getting that work blackberry I've dreamed of since college
• falling in love and not failing at life at the same time
• Meeting a lot of good people, keeping in touch with half of them
  
• Giving Christmas gifts to my little cousins for the first time, ever
• Not gettting sucked into the drug worlds
• Holding a flippin blog for a year! Tell me about unprecedented dedication =D
  

Desired 2009 Accomplishments

• Get to NY, or at least have a solid plan of doing so by 2010
• Sustain myself with my own income
• Live in Hillcrest
• Have a bitchin' playlist
• Collect all Kevin Smith movies
• Freelance for SD Magazine
• Finish a book, or at least a short story I'm proud about
  

Favorite moments of 2008

• TAO, and the adventures that ensued after that at mira mesa house, mexico, and wherever
  
• Meeting my love :), inebriated or not, and being surprisingly swept away by something I still can't put my finger on.
  
• Sherwin moving down, bringing a sense of home back to sd..the million and 10 hangouts with VA and watcching gossipgirl for the hot screen shots
  
• holiday bush! creating new traditions and molding a pile of brownies into a shit-heap tree and having a legendary night after..LOVE IT, and Finding Santa!
• My sister having her first drink with my in santa barbara, and going back home to realize everyone grows up and my 12 year cuzin has a more profuse playlist than my former 'indie' self
  

Cheers to 2009!