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Home is where… ?

So it’s time to move again. I feel like I have to much experience with this but then again I guess there are a lot more people who have moved more times than I have.

Let’s see there was 1. from my parents’ house to the on campus apt in San Francisco. 2. the villas to the apt in the Fillmore. 3. The Fillmore to the house on San Juan, 4. from the house on San Juan back to my parents’ place, and finally 5. from my parents’ house to Highland Park.

Five times, I’ve moved five times since I graduated high school. It doesn’t seem like a big number but I guess it’s kind of a lot. Of all the places I’ve lived since then I think this apartment is the longest I’ve ever stayed in any one place. Been in Highland park for 2 years now, doesn’t seem that long at all. I’ve noticed that as you get older time seems to go by faster. I guess when you’re in school things sort of change yearly and even quarterly, you just get so used to change that you can’t imagine sticking with any one thing for more than a year.

I actually think I miss that. Maybe that explains why I’m so frustrated with life as it is now. Frustrated is really the best word I can think of to describe this feeling. It’s sort of a constant restlessness but at the same time I want to give up on everything. I’m not sure why this feeling is here, or what is causing it and thus I have no idea how to make it disappear. I think I just need to make major changes. But I’ve never made changes without thinking too much about them first. So I guess I’m still in that stage.

What was I talking about? Oh yes, I’m planning on moving. Hopefully to Silver Lake or Echo Park. We’ll see.

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Adopting a dog, and my views on owning pets

Recently I’ve been thinking about adopting a dog and I’ll admit it would mostly be for its aesthetic value.

I’m only sort of kidding.

I imagine myself sitting on the couch (and by that I mean futon) with the weekend edition of the newspaper (I don’t read actual newspapers) with a beautiful dog lazing about on my lap or near me on the couch (for this scene let’s use a Schanuzer, male, preferably). Maybe when I come home from work it trots up to me and I greet it with a treat from the bowl of treats on the mail table (in this scene let’s say the dog is a Boston Terrier).

While all this seems appealing to me I have this weird “thing” about owning a pet. Well that’s just it, you’re “owning” it. It’s like you’re saying “Hey, so I’m going to own you now. You can do whatever you want, I’ll feed you, you don’t have to work for anything. All I want is your freedom, you belong to me. ”

Plus, if you’re responsible, they’re expensive. You know how for some people (people like myself) going to the doctor seems unnecessary? Well, unless you’re holding your left arm in your right hand and it’s not longer attached to your body in any other way or something like that. Well with pets, you don’t get to decide that they don’t want to see the doctor. You have to take them. Its like having kids. Ugh, kids.

Maybe a boyfriend would cost less.

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“For all you know, I could be fashion… monger.”

It’s time to clean my room again. This means mostly cleaning my wardrobe. I think I have pieces in my closet that I’ve had since high school, possibly middle school. No, that can’t be right. There’s no way that anything I wore in middle school fits into my current aesthetic.

Anyway, everytime this seasonal cleaning day comes around I always realize that I have a lot of clothes, A LOT. The worst part is that I can never bear to part with any of them. I always think “Oh I can still wear this when I’m feeling ___.” I’m usually trying to recreate a look that is actually outdated but since it works with other things in my wardrobe, I think it works period. For someone who has a lot of clothes, I’m really bad at putting outfits together, unless it’s a costume.

Have you ever seen Clueless? Do you remember in the beginning of the movie when Cher is trying to get dressed? She is at her computer and there is a program that looks like a paper doll of her and every piece of clothing in her closet is catalogued in a database so she can sort of mix and match to show what she would look like wearing these pieces. I need this program. It would save me so much time in the mornings. Maybe it could even tell me if one of my pieces doesn’t go with anything and I could just sell it or give it away.

So today is the day that I go through that pile of clothing next to my bed, sort through my hamper, shuffle through my closet and take out anything I don’t wear anymore or anything that isn’t seasonally appropriate and swap it out with the winter stuff I have in boxes. Oh boy.

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High Flyin Part 2: Electric Trapeze Boogaloo

So I have video that I’ve been reluctant to post of my trapeze experience with Nicole a few months back. But for the sake of posterity (or something like that) I shall share it with you.

note: the part where I get stuck hanging at the end was not intentional. I had tried to do this knee hang trick three times already (you can only try it once every time you jump off) and this is the time I finally got my legs over the bar. I was so excited that I spaced out and tried to continue the movement instead of going back the way I came which is why I got stuck in that awkward position. Otherwise you would have seen me let go and do a wicked flip. *sigh*

also: Man, I am so loud. Did you hear me say “Okay.” at the end? I was as loud as the instructor and I wasn’t even yelling like she was!