It's been brought to my attention that I might be the foremost expert when it comes to dating, so I thought I'd impart some of my wisdom onto you kind folks here in the blogospheric realm of the interwebs.
Things you DON'T say when someone is trying to kiss you:
1) Pico de Gallo
Why are you talking about salsa? WHY. I feel like I could elaborate, but I think you can gather why talking about salsa is makes little to no sense.
2) "Hoss is dead"
No one knows what you're talking about. When you say "Hoss is dead" in reference to your phone being dead, no one knows that you're talking about something that happened 10 years ago when you were visiting your father's mentor and his son.
3) Bring up the fact that you just talked about Bonanza
Why are you talking about visiting your father's mentor and his son? Don't. And if the person you're with doesn't know that you were referencing Bonanza when you talked about Hoss, which he probably doesn't, because he has a life, don't apologize for talking about Bonanza. He had no idea. Just keep going.
4) Sally Field.
This one is tricky…because she is a goddess. So use your judgement on this one.
5) Ovaries
I'm not sure why you brought the word ovaries into the conversation. Don't. Even if you're trying to say, "yeah, but you wouldn't really understand, because you don't have ovaries." it's not a good idea. He knows he doesn't have ovaries. Because he's a man. It's not a cute word. Don't say that…or intrauterine…or thrice. Which leads me to item number 6...
6) Talk.
Just don't talk.
Something else, just as a tip, if you can't find a rubber band, don't try to tie your hair up with a straw. You'll end up looking like MacGruber instead of MacGyver, which is fine, just not super sexy. For the record, I'm not giving these tips because I've done them personally…I'm just saying, they're all things that sound like a bad idea...
DO:
I really haven't gotten that far in my research. Patience.
In other news, I'm going to be back in California this time next week. My first course of action will be to drink Coffee Bean on the beach. The 805 won't know what hit it.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
Angry wind and Thanksgiving vigilantes.
Fear not, y'all, I haven't blown away. There are so many things I've learned since moving to the Midwest and the best thing yet, is that they are so used to terrible weather that it doesn't even bother them, it just makes them mad because they know they're missing a game. I am not in that boat. I started writing my will. I left my $20k in debt to my parents. (End Will.) I met the sweetest older woman who was my guide through the whole thing and even ended up driving me home (I mean, once we got the OK.) I was stuck at church, which is probably the best place to be. Who wouldn't want to be surrounded by little angels and prayer warriors in the midst of a tornado? Well, apparently this is mild weather, so uh..thanks, Chicago for being gentle…?
Thanksgiving with the California orphans. What a blessing it will be. I'm so excited to have my baby cakes, Scotty here. The first night involved a lot of homework, Flat Top and frozen yogurt…and the explosion of all the vessels in my face. Do you have those there? I think you do. Well, mine exploded from the cold. brr. What I learned this week is that I'm super thankful for all the support I get from back home. I moved across the country, ok? Like…super far away. Far from the sun, the love, the light, the support, and the comfort that is my home. My adorable little LA apartment, my perfect roomie, and my family and friends only to come somewhere I don't know. Typically, people feel abandoned, and that could not be more opposite in my case. I have parents who love me unconditionally and people checking on me from Hawaii, Colorado, Texas, and all over! I'm not sure what I've done to deserve so many incredibly loving, gifted, supportive, talented people in my life, but I'm grateful everyday for them. I also realized that my friends and I are BORING. We just are. We like to watch TV, take walks, ride the train, drive places, read, talk….that's about it. That's the coolest. I'm so blessed and excited that I have friends that are just as boring as I am. My best friend and I were talking about both wanted to paint our nails the same color, and my day was made. It's the little things, guys. It really is.
Thanksgiving is over and now it's Christmas. It's Christmas from now until mid-February in my book and all the nay sayers can just shut their faces. I always get so irritated the weeks surrounding Thanksgiving. It's as if these little vigilantes start popping up from the ground and feel the need to fight for "Thanksgiving celebrations." NO ONE TALKS ABOUT THANKSGIVING ANY OTHER TIME. No one…that is, until they want you to slow down your Christmas lovin'. Well, now, that is no more. IT IS CHRISTMAS. Now, I'm grateful this Chicago winter is easing me in, because quite frankly, I'm not sure I'm ready for the abrupt change, but I"m leaving in 14 days and uh….there's been like, two days of snow flurries. GET IT TOGETHER, CHI-TOWN. I've been dreaming of a white Christmas for like…ever. and now I'm here…and nothing.
I did have the privilege of seeing Elf the Musical…just as incredible as it sounds. It is so cheesy and adorable, you can't help but smile. I'm never NOT excited for Christmas; it's not as though I need to have something put me in the Christmas spirit. If you were to tell me we were celebrating Christmas in April, I'd think that were the best idea ever, but there is something about seeing a movie or show that just sends me over the top. It's as if that is the switch and now all my Christmas merriment can be in full swing and here we are…in full swing. :)
Sad note: I am reading about Paul Walker's death and I'm hearing people talk about it and it breaks a piece of my heart each time I hear something new. It's odd how some people mourn the loss of someone they didn't know and really didn't care about until they were gone, and it's also funny how upset some people are by those people. Sometimes I wish we could all strip down news like that to the basics: A human lost his life.
The moment we stop being affected by news like that, we're doing something wrong.
Thanksgiving is over and now it's Christmas. It's Christmas from now until mid-February in my book and all the nay sayers can just shut their faces. I always get so irritated the weeks surrounding Thanksgiving. It's as if these little vigilantes start popping up from the ground and feel the need to fight for "Thanksgiving celebrations." NO ONE TALKS ABOUT THANKSGIVING ANY OTHER TIME. No one…that is, until they want you to slow down your Christmas lovin'. Well, now, that is no more. IT IS CHRISTMAS. Now, I'm grateful this Chicago winter is easing me in, because quite frankly, I'm not sure I'm ready for the abrupt change, but I"m leaving in 14 days and uh….there's been like, two days of snow flurries. GET IT TOGETHER, CHI-TOWN. I've been dreaming of a white Christmas for like…ever. and now I'm here…and nothing.
I did have the privilege of seeing Elf the Musical…just as incredible as it sounds. It is so cheesy and adorable, you can't help but smile. I'm never NOT excited for Christmas; it's not as though I need to have something put me in the Christmas spirit. If you were to tell me we were celebrating Christmas in April, I'd think that were the best idea ever, but there is something about seeing a movie or show that just sends me over the top. It's as if that is the switch and now all my Christmas merriment can be in full swing and here we are…in full swing. :)
Sad note: I am reading about Paul Walker's death and I'm hearing people talk about it and it breaks a piece of my heart each time I hear something new. It's odd how some people mourn the loss of someone they didn't know and really didn't care about until they were gone, and it's also funny how upset some people are by those people. Sometimes I wish we could all strip down news like that to the basics: A human lost his life.
The moment we stop being affected by news like that, we're doing something wrong.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
HalloThanksGiveMeChristmas.
Halloween came. Halloween went. Who cares about halloween? Not I. I got cookies delivered to my door and I wore a black dress and pretended I was Jessica Lange. Am I the only one that can't get down with Halloween? I just don't care enough. I don't enjoy candy that much and it was raining here. I saw people walking down the street and they looked busted before they even went to the party! The coolest costume I saw was the suit and tie walking down the street with his briefcase and he had on a Daft Punk helmet. That guy wins all the points for Gryffindor. Speaking of Halloween, why do we love zombies so much? My roommate mentioned a Zombies in Media class my school offers, because art school, and I started to wonder why do we identify with zombies so much. That really doesn't say much about this generation if the one thing we really think represents us is a walking corpse. Our grandparents had Audrey Hepburn and Frank Sinatra and we get Kristen Stewart and dead people (….arguably the same thing)? I think we all look like zombies. When I get on my elevator EVERYONE has their headphones in…you're going down to the 2nd floor…that's not necessary! We're losing our ability to speak our thoughts, feel the feelings, and just BE with people. I"m making a commitment to leave my iPod at home more often and let me tell you, people are just as crazy as I thought they were and it's beautiful. Give it a try.
I had a friend visit me from California, well, she came from North Carolina, but whatever, and there's something incredible about having a piece of home brought to you and I was reminded AGAIN how much I love it here. THERE ARE LEAVES and a giant object that looks like a kidney chilling in the middle of downtown. That's all anyone needs in life! And it made me realize how comforted I am by the fact that I know I'm going to die in California. That's where my Third Act will take place. It's comforting because I know where I started and where I'll end up and it leaves the entire middle part open to interpretation. I'm dying in California, I don't need to live there…kind of exciting. And morbid. Mostly exciting.
I had a friend visit me from California, well, she came from North Carolina, but whatever, and there's something incredible about having a piece of home brought to you and I was reminded AGAIN how much I love it here. THERE ARE LEAVES and a giant object that looks like a kidney chilling in the middle of downtown. That's all anyone needs in life! And it made me realize how comforted I am by the fact that I know I'm going to die in California. That's where my Third Act will take place. It's comforting because I know where I started and where I'll end up and it leaves the entire middle part open to interpretation. I'm dying in California, I don't need to live there…kind of exciting. And morbid. Mostly exciting.
I keep telling myself that I'll feel better about finishing my project if I create the right atmosphere. So, I have my coffee in hand, finishing a blow pop (that completely tore up the roof of my mouth. I can't be the only one that experiences that struggle), basking in the wonderful smell of a Lake Sunset candle, which really just smells like Spiced Vanilla, and a watching a million episodes of Boy Meets World. So my paper on sea otters…yeah…sea otters...will probably involve a lot of references to Cory and Topanga, because they are the answer to EVERYTHING. Totally right atmosphere. This project is practically doing itself now…No. Still me. Still not happening.
Oh and…:) I'm so excited for the snow. The joy. The glisten. The red and green. CHRISTMAS.
Oh and…:) I'm so excited for the snow. The joy. The glisten. The red and green. CHRISTMAS.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Hunchback Skype chats and "The Dance"
So, here's the thing about the weather in Chicago...yeah. It's cold.
I pulled my first official all-nighter this week. That wasn't one of my best decisions. By all-nighter, I mean I drank coffee at midnight, which led to me singing Meet Virginia while prancing around my living room. Because college. So incase you were worried, I haven't gotten any less awkward. The more I meet people the more I realize that. And I, much like my father, take a long time to process things. Is this something I should be doing? How do I feel about this? While everyone else is like, I don't know, Danielle. It's just lunch, make up your mind! It takes me a solid three weeks to warm up to people and I have definitely implemented the whole, "If you need an answer now, the answer is no." rule. I just really wanted to solidify my reputation as being the 23 year old with the personality of a 74 year old. And that's where I'm at (my motto for right now and the title of the book Scott and I are writing.)
Snow in October. SnOctober. NononononononononononononononononononoNO. STOP. It's OCTOBER. Hasn't this city seen the movies? It starts a week before Christmas, almost ruins Christmas and then it starts magically snowing a beautiful soft snow on Christmas Day. (I've seen a lot of Hallmark movies, I know how snow works.)
I pulled my first official all-nighter this week. That wasn't one of my best decisions. By all-nighter, I mean I drank coffee at midnight, which led to me singing Meet Virginia while prancing around my living room. Because college. So incase you were worried, I haven't gotten any less awkward. The more I meet people the more I realize that. And I, much like my father, take a long time to process things. Is this something I should be doing? How do I feel about this? While everyone else is like, I don't know, Danielle. It's just lunch, make up your mind! It takes me a solid three weeks to warm up to people and I have definitely implemented the whole, "If you need an answer now, the answer is no." rule. I just really wanted to solidify my reputation as being the 23 year old with the personality of a 74 year old. And that's where I'm at (my motto for right now and the title of the book Scott and I are writing.)
I hate change. I really do. I'm the worst. My parents got a new fence in our backyard about 10 years ago and I'm still adjusting. Which is probably why I have friends for so long. I haven't really grasped that sometimes people aren't meant to be in your life forever. I like to think I'm really good at picking them, so why would I want to see them go? Something I really pride myself on is the ability to maintain friendships. Near or far, I like to think I'm good at keeping up with people, but there's a time when you have to let it go. I'm happy here. Genuinely happy. It's freezing cold, I wear nothing but frumpy sweaters, my dresses are packed away, and I still found my happiness. At some point, I need to realize some people can find their happiness without me. Stings, right? Like, that's not possible. I bring the Christmas cheer and sassy year round, there's no way someone is happy without ME. (Don't pretend you haven't thought it.) Then I realize, I want them to be happy. I want people to feel how I'm feeling, even though 94% of the time I'm really not sure what emotion that is. Hashtag WritersLife.
Also, in a (stupidly unsuccessful) attempt to avoid writing a paper, I got an Instagram. Always fashionably late to the party. Or, I'm there to help clean up...which seems to be the case this time.
Also, in a (stupidly unsuccessful) attempt to avoid writing a paper, I got an Instagram. Always fashionably late to the party. Or, I'm there to help clean up...which seems to be the case this time.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Bring It All Back..SClub7 Style
First and foremost, I got (preordered) the new Gavin DeGraw and John Legend albums....if you're in the need for some good music that will make your heart happy, I'd recommend that. Gavin is back, y'all.
Let's talk about making friends. I'm in a new city, right? Making friends is part of the territory and let me just say that it is HARD. I'm the person that instantly invites someone over to my house...apparently that's not socially acceptable, it kind of makes you seem like you're crazy. I'm also a restless person; I need friends, and don't get me wrong, I've been making them, but it has made me appreciate my longterm friends that much more. In the scope of friendships, you have your Tuesday afternoon friends (the ones only good for lunch), the Thursday evening friends (when you watch your favorite TV show and make dinner), and your Saturday middle of night blew-a-tire-come-pick-me-up friends. All of them are great and needed! People say that a good friend will get you out of jail and your best friends will be there with you...No. That's wrong. Your best friend would talk you out of doing whatever dumb stuff you're plotting. I've come to realize that best friends are the people who will hate everyone you hate and help you plot their demise and then bring you back to reality. They let you be irrational and crazy and then say, "alright...so, let's reign it in now." I learned this when I was ranting to my best friend this week and she went right along with it and then brought me back to my Jesus lovin' roots. Best friends are people who know your internal monologue and still love you. So for that I say thank you to my best friend of 19 years, Joanna, and all the other pieces of my heart floating around out there that understand me better than I ever thought anyone would: Zac, Scott, Shayna, Alyssa, Justin, Calvin, Holly, Roland, Melissa and Carissa Ro. Thanks for allowing me to be angsty, hyper, pensive, and forgetful; for loving me on days I make you listen to instrumental music, Drake, System of a Down, Frank Sinatra and Kelly Clarkson...in a one hour time span; for letting me try cooking random meals; for letting me boss you around; thanks for letting me freak out over everything, because I do, and for being patient and walking me through basic life things; thanks for listening to me ramble like a crazy person over nothing and then saying, ok...feel better? shut up. go wash your face, go to bed; thanks for putting up with me when I don't have coffee in hand; for teaching me about myself; for listening to my random rants about nickels or cheese; thanks for listening to my church ramblings, and for letting me talk an hour after EVERY tv show I watch because I need to discuss human behaviour and writing plots. Thanks for letting me be awkward and 80. Thanks for watching Golden Girls and West Wing with me and for having conversations made up of only quotes from those tv shows. Most importantly, thanks for giving me more encouragement to be out here doing what I want to do. You all made it so I had no choice but to come here and you also made it impossible to want to say goodbye. I love you all more than you could ever know.
JD
CuddleBunny
Mer-lissa
Roomie
The Fambam (minus papa bear and Dustin)
Scottifuss/JoshGroban
Ro-ro
Zachariah
Herrrly
Sticky/Wife/Joie
Kreesha
Calvin2/Calvinsquared (as my dad would say)
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Broken Bad.
Breaking Bad, 5k and bars. OH MY.
These past couple weeks have resulted in me feeling all the feelings. ALL. THE. FEELINGS.
My friend, Malynda, is a one of those friends that convinces you to do things you wouldn't normally do. Sometimes you find yourself eating a vegan meal, going to Boys town at 2AM or paying someone to let you run...for the record, she convinced me to do all of those things..aannddd they all turned out really well. Boys town in Chicago could be it's own tv show, easily. MESS. My first trip I saw a guy get kicked out of a bar for letting an underage guy use his military ID and I witnessed, what I can only assume was, a tribal mating ritual. Wowza. Let me tell you...whoa. That night was shortly followed by the happiest 5K ever, THE COLOR RUN! It was awesome! I jogged. Let that sink in. Apparently, my trips to the gym have been paying off! Unfortunately, I still can't walk up 10 flights of stairs without breaking a sweat. Don't worry, not that much has changed, my dear friends.
Let's talk about Breaking Bad (no spoilers.) Uhm, I'm so in love with Bryan Cranston. The love I have for him is frightening. And Walter White. I don't care about his past (Daddy, I love him!) He's just the best. I am so pleased with the ending. I can't think of anything I would have changed (well, I can, but it's just because I'm a sap. Not because it was bad.) There was a huge hole in my heart after that fateful Sunday night when we said goodbye to one of the sweetest and most interesting love stories I've heard in years, but fear not!! Robin Williams TV show Crazy Ones and Allison Janney's show Mom are here to rescue you. Are these shows anything like Breaking Bad? No. Not even close. BUT, I feel (pretty much) equal amounts of love for all these actors; these shows are the only things keeping my heart in one piece.
COMPLAINERS. WHY. Y U DO DYS!? Nothing makes me want to kick in my own knee caps more than people who can do nothing but complain. Being here I have heard so many people slowly become more and more negative. Uh, yeah, the water is out in our building for a few hours, but uh, we also live in a really nice, secure apartment in downtown Chicago for a good price....so maybe the world isn't shutting down (though the government is...EEK.)
I'm terrible at being a 20something. The worst, really. "No, I don't want to go out AGAIN. Didn't we just go out last month? Ugh. But Golden Girls reruns start in 15 minutes!" This is pretty much my thinking anytime anyone wants me to do anything. I will go camping, hiking, out to dinner, a show, whatever, don't make me go to a bar. I don't know how to interact with the bar creatures. There's something about a bar, people are so much more confident once they've had a few drinks, it's like they think they're wearing a Cloak of Ammunity or something. I'm also the worst at being hit on, which is what drunk people do. I'm always blown away that I've ever dated anyone. How did it happen? Because I'm the worst at pre-dating rituals. Anytime I get a compliment I get SO uncomfortable and my face shows it and last night I SERIOUSLY heard myself say, "Well, I mean, from a scientific standpoint they're genetically comprised..." Stop right there. Whatever we were talking about, whatever I was about to say, STOP. This is not how you do this, Danielle. BUT, I can't stop. This is my fate. This is my destiny. I'm really glad my niece and nephew are the perfect kids because if I keep using "genetically comprised" as my go-to flirting material, my parents are never getting more grandkids.
I'm a sucker for music. I know how much it affects me and I still let myself listen to the sappy stuff anyway. (Who let me listen to anything Michael Buble?!) I realized, as much as you can love a new experience you're having, you get to the point where you miss where you've been (I mean, unless that completely sucked.), but I've hit that point. I miss it, I truly, truly miss it and theeeennn I listened to John Mayer's song In Your Atmosphere, and I realized that's exactly what would happen if I went back home. I would burn up. You can't turn back because it's not comfortable all the time. Life would be much easier back home and a lot less scary, but I'd lose it. I have these realizations weekly. Stay with me. They'll stop eventually. ;)
These past couple weeks have resulted in me feeling all the feelings. ALL. THE. FEELINGS.
My friend, Malynda, is a one of those friends that convinces you to do things you wouldn't normally do. Sometimes you find yourself eating a vegan meal, going to Boys town at 2AM or paying someone to let you run...for the record, she convinced me to do all of those things..aannddd they all turned out really well. Boys town in Chicago could be it's own tv show, easily. MESS. My first trip I saw a guy get kicked out of a bar for letting an underage guy use his military ID and I witnessed, what I can only assume was, a tribal mating ritual. Wowza. Let me tell you...whoa. That night was shortly followed by the happiest 5K ever, THE COLOR RUN! It was awesome! I jogged. Let that sink in. Apparently, my trips to the gym have been paying off! Unfortunately, I still can't walk up 10 flights of stairs without breaking a sweat. Don't worry, not that much has changed, my dear friends.
Let's talk about Breaking Bad (no spoilers.) Uhm, I'm so in love with Bryan Cranston. The love I have for him is frightening. And Walter White. I don't care about his past (Daddy, I love him!) He's just the best. I am so pleased with the ending. I can't think of anything I would have changed (well, I can, but it's just because I'm a sap. Not because it was bad.) There was a huge hole in my heart after that fateful Sunday night when we said goodbye to one of the sweetest and most interesting love stories I've heard in years, but fear not!! Robin Williams TV show Crazy Ones and Allison Janney's show Mom are here to rescue you. Are these shows anything like Breaking Bad? No. Not even close. BUT, I feel (pretty much) equal amounts of love for all these actors; these shows are the only things keeping my heart in one piece.
COMPLAINERS. WHY. Y U DO DYS!? Nothing makes me want to kick in my own knee caps more than people who can do nothing but complain. Being here I have heard so many people slowly become more and more negative. Uh, yeah, the water is out in our building for a few hours, but uh, we also live in a really nice, secure apartment in downtown Chicago for a good price....so maybe the world isn't shutting down (though the government is...EEK.)
I'm terrible at being a 20something. The worst, really. "No, I don't want to go out AGAIN. Didn't we just go out last month? Ugh. But Golden Girls reruns start in 15 minutes!" This is pretty much my thinking anytime anyone wants me to do anything. I will go camping, hiking, out to dinner, a show, whatever, don't make me go to a bar. I don't know how to interact with the bar creatures. There's something about a bar, people are so much more confident once they've had a few drinks, it's like they think they're wearing a Cloak of Ammunity or something. I'm also the worst at being hit on, which is what drunk people do. I'm always blown away that I've ever dated anyone. How did it happen? Because I'm the worst at pre-dating rituals. Anytime I get a compliment I get SO uncomfortable and my face shows it and last night I SERIOUSLY heard myself say, "Well, I mean, from a scientific standpoint they're genetically comprised..." Stop right there. Whatever we were talking about, whatever I was about to say, STOP. This is not how you do this, Danielle. BUT, I can't stop. This is my fate. This is my destiny. I'm really glad my niece and nephew are the perfect kids because if I keep using "genetically comprised" as my go-to flirting material, my parents are never getting more grandkids.
I'm a sucker for music. I know how much it affects me and I still let myself listen to the sappy stuff anyway. (Who let me listen to anything Michael Buble?!) I realized, as much as you can love a new experience you're having, you get to the point where you miss where you've been (I mean, unless that completely sucked.), but I've hit that point. I miss it, I truly, truly miss it and theeeennn I listened to John Mayer's song In Your Atmosphere, and I realized that's exactly what would happen if I went back home. I would burn up. You can't turn back because it's not comfortable all the time. Life would be much easier back home and a lot less scary, but I'd lose it. I have these realizations weekly. Stay with me. They'll stop eventually. ;)
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Twerk Miley, Miley Twerk
Let's talk about the VMA's shall we? N'SYNC GOT BACK TOGETHER. How are we STILL talking about some girl being inappropriate while singing her song...which, by the way, is also inappropriate. Nothing makes me want to fork my own eyes out more than hearing people talk about Miley Cyrus. Look, she's not trying to be Celine Dion. She's trying to be shocking and get your attention. She's a genius. She won. N'sync got back together and we are talking about her scrawny self shakin' it on Beetlejuice. Also, yeah it's inappropriate for kids. WHAT ARE YOUR KIDS DOING WATCHING THE VMA'S ANYWAYS? It's trash city. I feel like that's the most illegitimate response to that. The song is inappropriate. MTV is inappropriate. There's a reason they aren't playing that on ABC or CBS primetime. You don't let your kids in a club and then complain about the fact that people were being trash-nasty (the behavior in a club is just as bad, if not worse, and they ain't even bein' paid!) Foolishness. Ugh. Rant over.
It's been another great week here. No complaints. I've written a lot of stuff that is (well, what I believe to be) pretty good! I'm getting more of a schedule. I've been getting back into the gym, which is looonnggg overdue. I signed up for a 5K. No, that's not a glitch. You're on the right blog. I, Danielle Durbin, am running a 5K. So, to my California friends, when we said goodbye was probably the last time I will ever see you. I'm fully prepared to meet my Maker. Speaking of which, I'm really feeling my church I've started going to, which is exciting. I met a very nice girl the first week I was here who brought me there and I'm really thinking it could be where I call home. I am enjoying the night life here. There are a lot of places to go and all kinds of people to interact with, which can be a good or a bad thing. I got twerked on last night and was asked out by my cab driver from the South siiidddee. Chicago came to play. WOOF.
Completely unrelated side note: why do people feel the need to let you know you have the same name? That happened to me this week and I didn't now how to respond...smile and a thumbs up? Nothing magical happens. No bond is formed. Unless you have a CRAZY name, there's no need to get excited. I've never understood the importance of that. WHOA! You have a generic white girl name? ME TOO! I'm over pretending I think it's a cute coincidence. It's not. Also, I had no say in the matter. Neither did you. So maybe our parents should high five and celebrate over the success of our, obviously kismet, meeting. Thanks, mom and dad!
I'm hitting my "Miss" phase. I miss LA. I miss my LA life. I miss my LA people. I miss my Sundays. I miss my cute little apartment. I miss the traffic. I miss the bad hip hop music. I miss driving through Glendale, Burbank, North Hollywood and then heading over to Santa Monica or Brentwood and the trips to Beverly Hills and the Grove. I miss day trips back to the Central Coast and my goodness, do I miss Coffee Bean. (also, my parents, but don't tell them. They have big enough heads.)
I've had the fortune of seeing two of my favorite California ladies this week, which was great and a nice taste of home! I have a few more weeks until my boys come to visit and I'm already looking at getting my ticket home for Christmas, which is crazy. It's not that long that I'm gone. It feels like all the time and no time...I don't get it either.
It's been another great week here. No complaints. I've written a lot of stuff that is (well, what I believe to be) pretty good! I'm getting more of a schedule. I've been getting back into the gym, which is looonnggg overdue. I signed up for a 5K. No, that's not a glitch. You're on the right blog. I, Danielle Durbin, am running a 5K. So, to my California friends, when we said goodbye was probably the last time I will ever see you. I'm fully prepared to meet my Maker. Speaking of which, I'm really feeling my church I've started going to, which is exciting. I met a very nice girl the first week I was here who brought me there and I'm really thinking it could be where I call home. I am enjoying the night life here. There are a lot of places to go and all kinds of people to interact with, which can be a good or a bad thing. I got twerked on last night and was asked out by my cab driver from the South siiidddee. Chicago came to play. WOOF.
Completely unrelated side note: why do people feel the need to let you know you have the same name? That happened to me this week and I didn't now how to respond...smile and a thumbs up? Nothing magical happens. No bond is formed. Unless you have a CRAZY name, there's no need to get excited. I've never understood the importance of that. WHOA! You have a generic white girl name? ME TOO! I'm over pretending I think it's a cute coincidence. It's not. Also, I had no say in the matter. Neither did you. So maybe our parents should high five and celebrate over the success of our, obviously kismet, meeting. Thanks, mom and dad!
I'm hitting my "Miss" phase. I miss LA. I miss my LA life. I miss my LA people. I miss my Sundays. I miss my cute little apartment. I miss the traffic. I miss the bad hip hop music. I miss driving through Glendale, Burbank, North Hollywood and then heading over to Santa Monica or Brentwood and the trips to Beverly Hills and the Grove. I miss day trips back to the Central Coast and my goodness, do I miss Coffee Bean. (also, my parents, but don't tell them. They have big enough heads.)
I've had the fortune of seeing two of my favorite California ladies this week, which was great and a nice taste of home! I have a few more weeks until my boys come to visit and I'm already looking at getting my ticket home for Christmas, which is crazy. It's not that long that I'm gone. It feels like all the time and no time...I don't get it either.
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