Coachella 2011

 

     OK, bought my girlfriend and I our 3 day pass as well as camping pass! And thank goodness for that, I guess they already sold out and are selling on eBay for over $500 dollars when I only paid 85 bucks for mine. Cannot believe they sold out already. Cannot believe I wasn't smart enough to invest in buying an extra one in selling it. So I got smart and bought another 3 day pass when I heard that news. Hopefully I'll be making a 300% increase :). But if not I'm sure a friend will be looking for one around that time.
     My most favorite thing about Coachella, is how I constantly think about my wardrobe for the whole weekend. It's the most perfect time to go shopping for Spring fashion because right around Feb/March is when bathing suits are coming out, sandals are fresh on the racks, and I just absolutely love getting away from the winter weather wardrobe by that time.
     I'm beyond excited and it's pretty much the only big event I have that's close enough to look forward to. Two years ago I did the camping thing with the girlfriends, last year I stayed at at mansion on the golf course with a boyfriend, and this year I'm thinking I'll set home base to camping but flutter around like a carefree hippy. Get here already Coachella!

 





  

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Lost in France

Later 2010

It may be a week late, but hey, I was busy in Europe crossing things off my bucket list. Just wanted to highlight some things of my 2010 for my own personal reasons. I know that 2010 was quite wonderful, but as humans we see another year ahead to always hope for the better. If there's one word to describe my 2010, or year of being 23 years-old it's...variety.



A little bit of everything for me in 2010: Family struggles, triumph, love, disgust, travel, friends, ex-friends, whatever you call doing something you promised your morals you wouldn't do but did anyways (oh i guess that words self disappointment), distance, getting "laid-off" for the first time, realizing people don't change whether its small or big and why should we make anyone change, and just trying to be a better person. Soooo this year I....

• Went to Paris and Barcelona right before 2011 for 16 days. I will be seeing you again Europe.
• Didn't surround myself with people who are human trash in the soul.
• Had the best 4th of July yet.
• Struggled seeing a nameless person struggle with their life and feeling helpless about it.
• Saw Kaskade, Miike Snow, Sublime with Rome, Empire of the Sun, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, plus every other band that I missed or saw at Coachella.
• Did it in a limo one too many times.
• Felt out of my comfort zone and liked it.
• Hiked a total of 17 miles up and down to the half-dome in Yosemite
• Went white water rafting for the first time.
• Blew lots of bubbles
• Mind altering
• got sea sick for the first time, and simultaneously with my best friend.
• Sea world for Mothers day.
• Wild Palm Desert Girls Get away
• Turn around trip to Vegas
• The list goes on....those just came up to mind first.

Hello 2011!!!!

Train Rides and Dumpster Dives

I would like to thank my 6th grade teacher Mrs. Palucki and my 9th grade sexy ass teacher Mr. Moeller for doing a writing exercise in class that has forever changed my writing style. We were told to open our notebook grab a pen, and just throw up all over our papers with words. We weren't allowed to stop writing for 10 minutes straight. Whatever came to our mind and if nothing came to our mind we would have to write that as well as long as the writing was non-stop.

With my 24th birthday  approaching this year, I feel as if that's the only way I know how to write. It's the throw-up style. I always have so much to say on paper, but have the hardest time expressing it to others from my point of view without sounding like a complete retard. Maybe I have too many topics I wanna discuss or maybe I just don't like to finish my thoughts because when you write and don't think the truth is bound to be found somewhere. Maybe I like to keep wondering because If I figured the answers out, then what would I have to think or write about.

Who knows. Maybe I'm subconsciously terrified of being a boring person and like to complicate even my own thought process.