In terms of love, I want what everybody wants; someone who loves me for who I am, appreciates me, and cares about me. It seems simple enough, or so you would think. I am not a very religious person, but I do believe in a higher being of some sort. I call this being “God” for lack of a better name. While getting ready this morning, “God” and I had a little chat. I said to him/her/it “God, I just want someone who loves me. You can make that happen right? If you wouldn’t mind, could you do it soon?”
As I was walking to class, I stopped at the crosswalk and waited to cross the street. While I was waiting, I heard someone whistle and call out, “Hey, beautiful!” I looked up and saw a man who most people would describe as a bum, sitting on the steps of the Salvation Army, smiling and winking at me. ”Give me your phone number,” he yelled. ”If you give me your number, I will love you forever!”
God, I appreciate your sense of humor, but that is NOT what I meant!
You see, the thing with time is that it passes. Its an inevitable phenomenon. Along with the passage of time comes change. Places change, people change, feelings change, I change. It’s like paddling out to deep water and waiting for the perfect wave to come. The water may be still for now, but it won’t be that way forever. I will ride it out. Time will pass. Things will change.
This post is for Alex, who actually reads and seems to like this blog. Hi Alex!
One of my goals for this semester was to spend more time getting to know my classmates. It turns out that they are not only brilliant academically, but extremely fun socially. New Haven has its share of “interesting” bars, including Hula Hanks, or as we fondly call it, Hula “Skanks.” I walk past this bar almost every day on my way to work and have always been curious. Some people claim that it is extremely fun, while others won’t go within 100 yards of the place for fear of getting stabbed. My classmates and I decided we would risk a potential stabbing and give it a shot. I am glad we decided to do so, because we ended up having a fantastic time! We did see our fair share of skanks, as well as a few random old men with sun glasses on inside the club, but the music was good, and nobody got groped, robbed, or assaulted, so I consider the night a great success!
As with anything in life, its not where you go, or what you do, but who you do it with that matters.
Being home for two weeks got me used to beautiful weather. I think I came back to New Haven a bit delusional. The weather here can be quite deceptive. When I woke up this morning, I looked out my window at a bright and sunny day. “Awesome,” I thought. “Spring really is here!” I threw on some jeans, a hoodie, and a pair of flats and walked out the door. Little did I know that sunshine in New Haven does not necessarily equate warmth. It is windy as hell today and the temperature outside is 27 degrees. People are walking around in coats, scarves, and gloves. Here I am, shivering and shaking as I walk down the street in a hoodie that says “University of California, Irvine,” broadcasting my naivete for all to see, while they laugh and think, “Silly Californian!”
Tomorrow, it’s back to thermal underwear and my down jacket. 
I hate the DMV. They really know how to bring out the worst in people. Today, I had about five major blowups at various people over the course of 3 hrs. I think the last time I got this angry, I had glasses, braces, and a lot of teenage angst.
Speaking of teenage angst; my ten year high school reunion is rapidly approaching. To celebrate the event, my classmates have started to dig up old photos (some going as far back as elementary school) and are posting them on facebook. It is horrible. I was an awkward, gawky, weird looking kid, and I would prefer to leave the proof of that in a shoebox in somebody’s garage where it belongs. Instead it is all over the internet for the world to see. Yes, I did wear Birkenstocks with socks to camp in 8th grade! It’s not my proudest moment, but I admit it. I also did not know how to tame my wild hair, manage my thick eyebrows, or get rid of my mustache for most of the 90’s. No wonder I thought life was so unfair.
After many days filled with blood, sweat, and tears, midterms are finally over. Spring break is officially here! On Friday, I head back home to California!!!!!
There are so many things I am looking forward to doing;
-Getting my beauty on (including, eyebrow threading, a facial, a mani/pedi and perhaps a massage)
-Wearing shorts, and flip flops, and sunglasses.
-Eating…..lots….and lots….and lots.
-Sunshine (oh, glorious sunshine)
-Driving!!!!!
-Sleeping in
-Hanging out by the pool
-Shopping
-and of course, spending time with family and friends.
It is going to be an excellent two weeks.
Homesick;
That is how I have been feeling lately. Just homesick. Or, maybe friend sick is a better term. There are so many fun things to do, but without them…. those crazy, debaucherous, crude, lovely individuals that possess my heart, its just not the same.
Karaoke is just lackluster. Drinking is an activity, but not an adventure. Fun has a different meaning.
I miss them. A lot.
