Home

Friday mornings, my entire apartment is up by 8:00am. Last night Deborah and Monique bought a GIANT chocolate cake from Ralphs (literally took up half the freezer. Probably could feed 8-10) to drown their failed midterm into gluttonous oblivion. Kat ate like 1/4 of it. The cake even had a name, "Chocolate Fudge Fantasy".

Having a tiny apartment forces my roommates and I to constantly be all up in each other's biznass. We always study in the living room together. We are each other's wake up calls. We eat our meals on the futon because we have no room for a dining table. If I roll out of bed and take one step forward, I'm practically spooning with Deborah. My desk blocks the bathroom door. My closet is a joke and you know me.... I have way too much clothes, let alone shoes. bags. bras. whatever. There is NO space in this apartment!

But I cannot imagine leaving this shack.
I love that the entire living room wall consists of 2 large windows that almost reach the floor. In the day time our apt looks like a NY loft. The building straight across is made of brick walls. Very eastcoasty. Vaccuming would probably take less than 10 minutes (if we actually cleaned).

Initially we all agreed to move out of this hobbit hut and find a new place for next year. In that process 2 of my roommates got nabbed by jeeyoon and jaclyn and then Kat and I decided we were going to move into a single or studio. (fyi there was no drama there. just, deborah and I have known each other for 18 years and I think we both realized we can't be conjoined at the hip forever).

Now Kat and I have to build a new home together. Newlywed status.
Bottom line is SINGLES are expensive. At least 1600. Thats 800 a person. I currently only pay 508 a month. And my paycheck BARELY pays for even that.

So Kat and I are trying to find a way to get a third person to move into the hobbit hut we already live in. 10911 Rochester for life.
But this person has to be AWESOME. Like MIND-BLOWINGLY AWESOME. Its hard to top the dynamics we had with deb and mo. (it sucks because lately our apartment has been getting along really well. spicegirls status... and we only have 1 more month left together)

For me, home is wherever the good food is.
At my home in Torrance, my mom has nothing in the fridge except diet coke and Costco salad. If I ever do go to Torrance, I always stop by Trader Joe's first to get food to cook at home for my family. My mom hates cooking.

Cooking is my number 1. You will often find me at stores like Williams & Sonoma and Sur La Table, longingly caressing the panini-press, or the Wusthof knife set, stuff I can't afford but imagine myself using. No I'm not a domestic diva. I just think the best food is the kind you make yourself. No MSG. I have my step mom and my ex boyfriend to thank for this. My stepmom believes its absolutely necessary to own 3 freezers and 2 fridges. Which is exactly what we have plus a huge manmade firepit in the backyard. My ex-bf went to culinary school and could never shutup about food.


Currently I'm in fullerton with my dad. I JUST went on a crazy journey through Walnut, Diamond Bar, and Buena Park, to drop all my small group girls at home. Traffic is death. (Thank goodness for my pimple mobile that barely eats up gas). And to my luck when I came home my dad was bbqing outside! Firepits > Charcoal grills.

Now I'm just trying to relax.
I'm on my sister's comp.
My dogs are sleeping at my feet.

Tomorrow I will probably run at the lake, have lunch with dad, then head back to LA to go to the beach with Kat! I'm gonna try to go into the ocean this time. 15 page research paper on U.S. libertarianism, you can wait.


Good night ya'll. I'm tired. See you on the dance floor. (Dormal! Going stag is a sad thing, but thus is my life)