Well, duh

Graduation day!

I decorated the house in black and gold and made Oreo cupcakes per Mikey's request to celebrate the end of high school. Maybe I'll post pictures of the deco and of his mini-party we're having today at a later time.

Fancy hostel

Natalie and I have been joking about dropping everything (mostly meaning our excessive amounts of school and lives outside of California) and moving back home, maybe taking off to Europe for a bit or something. Why did I leave home in the first place? When this is the view from my bedroom window:



I could totally give up my "life" and live at home and work for my parents and enjoy such a nice, simple life.

Then I started thinking about hostels which led to "Are there hostels in Orange County?" Because how amazing would it be to have "fancy" hostels where you live with this kind of view.

It's good to be home

Yogurt and The Office to end my night :)

Bad dreams

Holy moly, last night was rough. I woke up 1:45am to a crazy dream that was quite upsetting, but I shook it off and went back to bed. Then I woke up at 2:45am to a dream about my dad doing something that I cannot repeat, and my brother being dead (again). The dream was so strange and the happenings didn't make sense, but the idea was that Mikey was dead and I was crying. I woke up and called The Dude, but he was fast asleep so I called Mikey, who is at his Grad Night at Disneyland. I called twice and he didn't pick up and it made me worry. Instead of worrying 'til 6am when he gets home, I forced myself to sleep. Dream number 2,093 of the night was also too vivid and too loco. Some really weird stuff happened in the beginning, but later I was at my husbands house/fancy hostel who was dealing with some gangster shit. Jeez, I can't even retell it because it didn't make any sense. My son and I were supposed to be executed in the back of our driver's car while we were supposed to be whisked to safety, but we inserted these foam things into our heads that made the bullet not kill us. So we were shot in the head and bled, but we didn't die. There was hiding under a bed. There was a son who was used to these things and was almost a pro at hiding and being shot in the head. I don't know. I woke up at 6:30 and called Mikey, who is alive and on his way home. Good morning.

Man down

The Dude was shredding in Brooklyn yesterday and his crank arm broke while he was doing a wallride which made his foot go *boom* on the ground and bruised/sprained his foot. It's nothing serious, but we took a bus ride to Baltimore and went to the emergency room 9 hours later. He's out for a week or two, thank heavens that's all though.

I'm back in Baltimore and it is humid as all hell. I think Baltimore would be more tolerable if it weren't humid. I can do a 95 degree day, just not the I-can't-breathe part. I had today to rest and I'm up to start a summer class tomorrow.

I already miss New York and all that it has to offer my soul. The excitement winds down while I lay low here. At least I have a kitchen and all of my gadgets.

Hello friend

Lorimer and Metropolitan in the Burg.