GOIN BACK TO CALIFORNIA!!!!!!

WHO IS COMING WITH ME!?!?!?!?!

Identical Twins…. fml

Boys! Boys! Boys!

Boys boys boys; We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys; Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys with Hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys; We love them! We love them!

-Lady Gaga

I do love boys; and not in the New Found Glory “Some girls are crazy!” way that repulses the male sex, but in the affectionate, honest way.  My favorite people tend to be male; I think it’s because boys are straightforward.  Boys are smart.  They’re funny and they’re better friends.  They may be surly and crude, but they’re honest and loyal. When I seek friendship – I don’t care much for friendliness per se, but I do value reliability and arresting personalities.  For the most part, my male companions fit that skin better than girls do.

*My one deviation from this “Boys RULE!” sentiment – is the fact that the girls I lived with in college have developed into equally competent peers. Living together changes things because you spend so much damn time with your roommates; you share quarters and accept people at their ugliest, and after several semesters, my 3 college apartment mates have demonstrated loyalty, truthfulness and generosity, which proves to me that they’re good friends.*

I’ve been traveling with one, ONE other female for the past five and a half months.  It does not come without its difficulties.  Fortunately, we carry on very well, but going back to Texas over Thanksgiving was a huge breath of very missed fresh air.  I was instantly happy and at ease.

When among my peers, I tend to get outnumbered when it comes to decision-making.  Namely, video game time, which I’m okay with.  I enjoy watching games being played and I wish I was good at them.  Alan came up with a great idea: for me to start a blog documenting my evolution into a female gamer.  That would be an incredibly fun project for me to undertake if I had the time, money and patience.  Over the years, I’ve determined that the learning curve for video games grows wider every passing day; unless you started super early on Nintendos and Segas, picking up a 360 controller and being decent at first person shooters is nearly impossible.  Maybe I will start a blog and attempt to master just one video game: Halo would be a good one.  But that project will be saved for a future date.

The unfortunate thing about first person shooters is that I get physically nauseous when I watch screens.  I’ve always been that way.  I get motion sick when watching shaky, hand-held camera work and the same happens when I watch people play Halo, Call of Duty or Left 4 Dead.  This physical handicap virtually destroys my ability to improve at such games.  I literally can’t stomach the process.

But oh well, despite my exclusion from that fun, interactive world of video games I desperately desire to be apart of, I still prefer the company of half-attentive boys than that of devious, conniving girls who do even stupider, more mindless things with their free time.

Here are some of my favorite boys playing some of their favorite games:

Pokemon battling with my favorite 5-year-old

Smug. Call of Duty I believe.

3 flat screens + 3 xboxes + 8 players = one epic game of halo

Sadly, Halo is not my strong suit. This is a better demonstration of my hand-eye coordination.

Favorite City

Austin is still number one.

Other close contenders:

Seattle, WA

Portland, OR

San Francisco, CA

Madison, WI

Chicago, IL

Realization

As nice as it is to return home to friends and family, I have realized that I can’t live in Arlington anymore.  I’m already sick of it.  This is my home, and it will always be – but this place depresses me and reminds me of high school, which is sad and pathetic.

Everyone here either -

a.  comes back to visit when they have to and can’t wait to get the fuck out (a sentiment I identify with)

or

b.  seems like they have never left and never grew up or out of high school

Personally, I’m sick of seeing option B.  After being gone for 5 + months, I’m ready to get out of here and start a new life and meet new people and refer to this place as merely the place where I was born and raised (and don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that I was).  But yeah, I can’t stand being reminded every day that there’s so much outside of this place.  I’ve only been back a day, but I already want to leave.

I’m happy I’m back so I can have a break from my exhausting job.  I’m glad I’m back so I can see family.  And I’m glad I’m back so I can be in a house and reorganize my stuff before I hit the road again.  But to be completely honest, I want to be in a hotel by myself in a foreign place right now.  The walls to my parents’ house are familiar, but stifling and I will never learn anything or grow as a person unless I get the fuck out.

And I have every intention of doing so as soon as possible.

I’m really discontent with tonight’s events and I can’t stand being in the same place where shit like this happens.  I want to feel liberated and fresh and completely free of the uneasiness that comes when I’m in this city with certain people.

Get me out.

Question

Don’t you find it odd how attractiveness founds both approachable and intimidating sentiments?

I do.

Leonids in the sky with diamonds

I spent over two hours gazing at the night sky in Pasadena, not sure what to expect.  The sky was pretty clear; stars were definitely visible, but being in a metropolis polluted by smog and city lights would obviously be a compromising factor in tonight’s meteor shower.  Despite these disheartening factors, I was more excited about these leonids than I have been excited about anything in quite a while.  I crafted another one of my occasion-specific playlists composed of only slow, beautiful songs about stars and supernovas made of champagne to accompany my lonely stargazing.

 

Perdy stargazing-related songs

 

 

There I was, lying on top of my 11-foot-tall vehicle with nothing but a hotel pillow to rest my head upon, my thoughtfully prepared playlist and my overactive thoughts/imagination keeping me company.  Furthermore, I was pretty paranoid and aware of my surroundings.  I was essentially this tiny, defenseless girl alone in the wee hours of the morning vulnerable to the cold, homeless passerby and maybe even a bird in transit taking a dump on me or my car.  But I waited, which is something I’ve grown comfortable with.  Patience is fortunately a virtue I possess in enormous quantities.

I saw my first meteor after about half an hour of shivering and uncertainty.  I vividly remember Eisley’s “Go Away” resounding in my shitty headphones while it happened.  It was brilliant, beautiful and fleeting – like everything wonderful in this world.  Nothing gold can stay, right? That’s why we wish on shooting stars because they are few and far between.  But in my opinion, the wait was totally worth it in this case.

This would probably be the first time I’ve ever desired to be in a remote location in southern Oregon or maybe Fargo, North Dakota. Or at the very least for the city of Arcadia to turn all of their streetlamps off for a few hours.

It was pretty rewarding though.  I did a lot of contemplating while listening to my music and desperately waiting for the next spectacular display to illuminate the sky.

You guys can make fun of me for making a playlist; I will admit it was compiled in a fit of boredom.  But my night was a scene straight from some high school romantic comedy.  Minus a Freddie Prince Jr. esque type actor, staring at the sky and having Wonderwall and Jack’s Mannequin playing in the background was so dreamy and wishful.  If you were to watch a movie in which the characters were cuddling and watching a meteor shower, who wouldn’t want Chris Martin imperatively (but melodically) demanding you to look at the stars and see how they shine for you?

I guess I didn’t need to wish on any of the shooting stars I saw.  I don’t really believe in that stuff.  Seeing a nighttime phenomenon such as tonight’s leonids doesn’t promise happiness or answers.  But it does provide a glimmer of beauty that I will always remember.

Tonight was one of the few times when I didn’t want to bring my camera and document the night’s events.  I really think attempting to capture something as marvelous as a meteor on film would completely detract from the experience so I just enjoyed myself in peace and quiet.

I wish I saw cool shit like taht every day.

 

My Favorite Led Zeppelin Song

Spend my days with a woman unkind
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine
Made up my mind, make a new start
Goin’ to California with an achin’ in my heart
Someone told me there’s a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair

Took my chances on a big jet-plane
Never let ‘em tell ya that they’re all the same
The sea was red and the sky was gray
I wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today
Mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake
The children of the sun begin to awake
Now
Watch out

It seems that the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose
And it’s startin’ to flow, I think I might be sinkin’
Throw me a line, if I reach it in time
Meet you up there where the path runs straight and high

Find a queen without a king
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings,
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin’ to find a woman who’s never, never, never been born
Standin’ on a hill in the mountain of dreams
Tellin’ myself it’s not as hard, hard, hard as it seems

Orange County

Huntington Beach

Sunset

Catalina

 

Bliss

 

California

 

Didn't know I had so many appropriate songs in my iTunes

Could not wait to lose my In-n-out virginity

DANK

I’M IN LA, TRICK!