What Makes Me Happy

Once again, I have to remind myself what makes me happy.

Swimming.  I have purposely parked on the wrong side of the street so that I need to wake up and move my car- then go swimming in order to avoid a $70 ticket.  I had a beach day and kept my shirt on... WTF  I'm weighing the most I've ever weighed. And though you don't see it in my face/limbs, I'm becoming very center heavy.  If you know what I'm sayin'.  Eating well ("well" as in delicious NOT healthy) is catching up to me.

Waking up early on Weekends. This weekend I slept in.  I realized that I was wasting the morning when my friends were awake before me.  This never happens!  During my snooze, I had uneasy conflicting dreams.  At that point I realized that I was sleeping in more because I am avoiding the struggles of my reality by staying in bed.  But symbolically, those issues reappear in my unconscious state resulting in feeling more uncomfortable rather than feeling well rested.  Must rise early on the weekends and must resolve everything instead of burying it.

Keeping Organized.  I depended on my Moleskine to keep me organized, but as my work to-do list override my personal to-do, I have forgotten plans that I've made and have essentially accomplished less than what I wanted on a personal level.  This happened when I lost my planner last year and instead of replacing it, I just wallowed.  I've forgotten how use the tools that has allowed me to be so productive!

Beach Day - Kept my shirt on.

But of course... a vacation.

This New York trip May 5 - May 10 will rejuvenate me, make me appreciate everything, and re-energize my jaded state of mind/body.  Looking forward to this, even though I have nothing specific planned aside from walking across the Brooklyn Bridge and catching up with an old coworker that moved away.

Feathers Everywhere

First thought that popped into mind when I woke up - what's is there to do today?

Hopped on to Yelp Events and found in big bold letters:

LA Pillow Fight in Downtown

Grabbed pillows and boyfriend and painted war paint on our faces.  Conveniently, I inadvertently made Jimmy's into the Indonesian flag.

Yes sir yes sir.

Found the ONLY free parking spot in downtown (on Broadway, shhhh) and walked to Pershing Square.  We found hordes of people just waiting.

Finding good parking is a sign of a good day (or night, whatever you're up to).

Lots of folks in costumes and tons of SLR cameras.

Someone came out on stage and made the announcement.  You could hear the excitement and 4 minutes too early, she blew the horn and pillows started flying.

It was chaos.  There were feathers everywhere and it hurt.  Your head was not safe, some guys take this way too seriously and knock people out.  But thankfully there were clear safety zones!

Jimmy went looking for trouble and found it.  Too bad he got his ass whooped by kids and a shirtless European.

Despite the madness we found some aliens and Jason!

There swallowed so many feathers, I couldn't even breath.  Next time I'm bringing a surgical mask.

See more pictures HERE


See me and Jimmy in this video at 13 seconds, it's sort of quick.

Hipster Birthday

Happy Birthday Sam, you fucking Hipster.

So excited for the party

Hipster chocolate fountain, hipster beer pong.  We're so fucking hipster

Princess cake.  Not so hipster, but very Sam.

Hipsters in the kitchen.  I sense a pattern. lots of patterns.

Ern wins with his reusable bag and coffee mug.  But... only because this is what he usually wears anyway.

Hipsters sitting down.

Hipsters in the bedroom.

Hipsters having a Beyonce dance off that leads to our downstairs neighbors complaining.

 Hipster love connection.

Hipster Photo Booth

For Sam's birthday, Kevin offered to set up a photobooth.  It worked out well to show off everyone's "hipster attire" from the hipster themed birthday party.

Though I think hipster just meant, glasses, plaid and head covers (fedora/beanie).

Kevin had all the equipment - tripod, flash umbrella, nice camera.  We set up a background and grabbed various things in the house to be used as props.

Brrrrrr

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Kevin busted out light show props.  Weeee

What else do hipsters like?

Fur?  Yes.....
Bikes?  Yes.....
Themselves?  YES!!! (mirror photo made me laugh for minutes)

Happy Birthday Sam

March 24

Birthday dinner for Sam at Bejing Duck House

Though Duck portions were a little low, we had a good time with the other dishes and practicing our chopstick skills.

Spent the rest of the evening at SanJang - our local preferred Korean Coffee shop.

Red Bean shaved ice - with banana, kiwi and mochi bits!

Pomegranate Soju

Took it easy in preparation for the house party tomorrow.

Do You Miss Being Single?

Hipster Party

 On our drive back from our mini-vacation in San Diego, Jimmy asked me if I missed being single. I responded with out hesitation, "I don't miss being single, but I miss some aspects of being single." 

When I first moved to LA, it worked.  Being single pushed me to meet new people and explore and experience new things with out the pressures of being tied down.  If I had moved to LA with a boyfriend, I'm pretty sure that my explorations would have been limited.

If you have a boyfriend, a large percentage of what you enjoy doing is cuddling.  Cuddling all day/night.

I elaborated to Jimmy, I missed dating, even if I didn't see initial potential, I would never refuse a date because I always got something out of it.  This is where Jimmy disagreed, "you mean you're using them."  I responded sharply - not like they're not getting anything out of it either.

Jimmy told me that he looks at dating in the long run, as an investment.  Why would he go on a date with someone he knew off the bat he was not compatible with?  It would be a waste of time.

I look at dating in the short run, it's never a waste of time.  It's company, it's entertainment, it's fun and I doesn't matter if sparks fly.  And even when I became boyfriends with Jimmy, I managed to squeeze one more "date" in with someone from OkCupid.  Because my definition of dating is skewed, it's flirtatious, not romantic. (Yeah, that didn't turn out well).  Anyway Jimmy and I concluded that I was that asshole that left someone crying after a nightclub because of mixed signals I was sending.

In some ways I miss being that asshole.  And I miss dealing with assholes - buying them Panda art when we were just fuck buddies.  Sleeping with friends. getting smothered by crazies.  Feeling confident.  Dating makes life interesting.  And the only people that got really hurt are the ones that automatically think - First Date = something serious.  No, idiot.  Even if he accepts a date, doesn't mean anything will become of it.  Anyway.

As my days in LA slow down and the novelty of living the "big life" dissipates, the need to really network and make new friends disappears.  I look forward to home cooked meals and leaving work early be with someone who I love with all of my heart.

Handsome boyfriend

I initially believed that I needed to be single to explore this city and have fun and this may have been true when I first got here.

But I stumbled upon something much better - someone to explore everything this city has to offer with - a companion.  We don't spend our days vegetating, rotting, domesticated.. we wake up and live (or so we try to).  So I don't really miss that aspect of being single because I'm achieving it everyday with Jimmy, my wonderful boyfriend. 

Jimmy told me, "why would I want to date around when I already knew that you are who I want to be with?" And that pretty much explains why we became boyfriends so quickly - he didn't have time to play around with my dating game bullshit.  "Take me or leave me," I chose the former because I agreed with what he said... I already knew how I felt about him.

This amazing feeling that Jimmy gives me is incomparable to the 'exhilaration' of the dating game.   LA has become my home and so has Jimmy.  

I think he’s a keeper :3

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my blog friend thwany tagged me in the Versatile Blogger Award, and so here are 7 random facts about myself:

- I like handling the bill math at the end of a big group dinner
- I hate wasted food and always reinvent left overs
- I dislike wearing socks and wish I could wear flip flops all the time, especially in rain
- I have a low attention span that means I can't drive long distances, watch foreign fills or go to concerts
- I pretend that I'm a really good dancer/singer/actor but everyone around me knows otherwise
- If I don't blog/take pictures of events I feel like they never happened
- I would never live alone


the next 3 people i award and pass this onto is: room2046, keeptryan and ernasty

It's Friday!