missing mug.
i have this ridiculous emotional attatchment to everything i own. it seems to be the source of my pack rat tendencies.

i never really noticed it much until i started college, where every few months i have to move to a new apartment or back home. when it comes the time to move, i have to box everything up and come to the difficult decision of whether to keep or trash the items i have collected over the last few months. and it sucks. because it’s really hard for me. i sit there on the ground sifting one by one through items that only mean so much to me because of the memories they represent.

and that’s why i hate packing. it makes me tired.

and now that i think of it, i don’t know how i accumulate so many things over just a 9 month stay at an apartment.

but anyway, i accidentally left one of my favorite mugs in the bathroom of beckman yesterday after i finished cleaning it, and this morning when i returned to work, it was gone.

it’s so silly to have a favorite mug. i know.

so i went on this search for it. and made a flyer titled “lost mug.” and still haven’t found it. i guess it’s gone.

and i can’t help but laugh at myself for being so ridiculously distraught over a lost mug. goodness. what’s wrong with me?

RAVE// grey’s is so good.
RANT// waking up is hard.

okay. i’m 20.

it’s funny how when i was younger i used to wake up the morning of my birthday and think about whether or not i felt different. i’d practice saying how old i was just to hear whether it sounded better. it’s all so silly when i think back on it now.

i remember how there was once a time when the most important thing to me when my birthday came was where i was going to have my party. oh, and who was invited. birthday parties are important things when you’re a kid.

it’s like your one day of the year.

and i guess birthdays still are your one day of the year that you can claim all your own.

these days i really don’t care where i have my party… or even if i have one. summer birthdays really change your perspective on things. forget getting special treatment. or giant birthday cakes. more than anything in the world, i love spending time with the people i love. and that, over anything, is how i love to spend my birthdays.

my mom, little sister, and i took a mini trip to L.A. this weekend. i took them on a two day tour of L.A. to visit the fashion district, old town pasadena, pinkberry, sprinkles, urth cafe, and griffith park. i had such a good time.

visiting L.A. with my family made me realize how quiet and suburban everything is here at home. i guess it’s a good contrast even though USC really isn’t so far away from home.

RAVE// dinner with gina & sammie.
RANT// L.A. traffic.

summer internship at beckman coulter
after last week’s trend of sleeping in, hanging out, and relaxing at home, waking up before 6AM has been rough.

i’ve quickly returned to my coffee addiction that i picked up last semester. at least this time around i get my dose of caffine at a reasonable time in the morning rather than at 10PM before some last minute cramming.

i’ve found the 40 minute commute every morning a nice time to enjoy the music on my ipod. my recent plays have been jimmy eat world and dashboard confessional. sarno just lent me the new maroon 5 cd, which has been pretty nice so far.

so far there’s only one other intern at the site where i am working, but i was told that more will be coming over the course of the next few weeks as they get out of school for the summer. it should be fun.

i’m already enjoying talking and meeting new people here. i feel like the more i learn, the more i realize how little i know.

it really bugs me that they don’t recycle paper here. i put a little note in the suggestion box. ha.

RAVE// grey’s anatomy marathon
RANT// trying to find khakis

summertime. summertime.

Oh, the summertime.
So feel the air, feel the air,
take the map and point to anywhere.
– summertime by mae

i love summertime.

most girls are obsessed with shoes, but i’m obsessed with bikinis. colorful, happy ones that scream summer. i keep finding them and buying them. i’m getting a pretty large collection of swim suits. it’s sort of getting out of control.

bikinis remind me of the feeling of being carefree. laying out on the beach. and playing in the waves.

they remind me of quiet chats beside a glowing bonfire. and all the happiness of summertime.

i sort of miss school though. the atmosphere more than the classes. i miss being around people 24/7.

i miss my roommates most of all. i loved our midnight delirium, spontaneous adventures, and exploring Los Angeles, a city i’ve come to love.

RAVE// meggy!
RANT// work = waking up early.