"who gets pneumonia in the middle of the summer?...am i going to have to end up carrying you out of here or something?"
you can't change people, but you can make sure they know that they can't change you.
But when the palm trees
Bow their heads
No matter how wrong I've been
LA, you always let me back in
some friends asked me to consider moving to sacramento. while that would be a lot of fun (and new and exciting, all rolled into one), i realized that that would mean giving up living 20ish miles from los angeles. and i don't think i'm ready to do that just quite yet.
but i am ready for change. and i'm in the process of figuring things out. and that in and of itself is fun and new and exciting.
so here's to lots of prayers and lots of faith and lots of hope.
i've never had allergies this bad in my life. it's the end of day three, and i alternate between crying, sneezing, and blowing. wash. rinse. repeat. i also found that i am most vulnerable after having consumed 2 benadryls. should i do this, please do not tell me you're engaged. it leads to strange text conversations in which i allude that i (think) i want to (eventually) work for espn? or in the entertainment industry in los angeles. i'm not sure where i managed to get that from. however, it helps that phone calls from far away go as follows:
"so, i think i'm a little bit high right now. i've taken two benadryl and i'm a little loopy."
"that's ok, i just took some sudafed so we're equal right now."
also, i feel the meds kicking in again. yet another reason summer cannot come fast enough.
blink 182 lied. everyone still likes me, and i'm 23.
and those that don't like me never did, and they don't particularly matter anyway so i'm not worried about it.
23 and still forever young? yes please.