ACROSS MANY OCEANS...

8.23.11

An elephant balloon hat from my brother's birthday dinner. He's 28.

(glasses- Forever 21)

MY LIFE IN CARDS and Other Memories.

This is a card my uncle gave me when I graduated from high school. I remember it because he gave me $500 which was a lot of money for me at the time. I blew it all on clothes within a 24 hour period.



A card from my mom when I turned 18. I couldn't wait to leave home as soon as I turned 18. Little did I know, it actually took work and money to do what I wanted. I had a rude awakening and didn't appreciate my first car as much as I should've. I ended up crashing it. Then I appreciated it. It was too late.


This is one of my favorite birthday cards because I feel like it really captures my essence. It's from my mom as well.


I LOVE this card from Jessica because I love pictures of food. This is definitely an all time favorite.


Another one from Jessica. This is one of those cards that plays a song when you open it. This one plays Handel's "Messiah" when you open it. It greets you with "HALLELUJAH!". The photo on the front and song is really what turning 21 feels like. I felt so bomb the first time I (legally) bought alcohol.


From my step sis. She's Mexican.


This is a recent birthday card from my brother. I tried to get my mom to read it out loud after my birthday dinner in front of everyone, partly because it's funny, partly because I'm immature and partly because I like making people do things that they don't want to for my own enjoyment. She censored herself by saying the first names followed by "Shh." I was disappointed.


A list I made when I was younger. I found it to be funny and refreshing. I'm glad I've kept it through the years. Thank God for growing up.

I was once a camp counselor and one of the younger teenage counselors in training had a huge crush on me. He never spoke to me but gave me this one day and I still have it. So it's good to randomly give me things because I cherish and remember everything. Now go make me something. Thanks in advance.

MAD DECENT

Saturday, my chica Jordan and I went to the Mad Decent Block Party. Shit was crackin. So we took pictures of people (mostly girls) who had hair we liked or who were generally bomb. I feel like we took pictures and talked to about a million people that day including a homeless man who was born and raised on a cotton plantation whose downfall was drugs and "the wrong woman". I also started a conversation in the restroom with a 15 year girl who I thought was 21 who told me she tried ecstasy at raves before and had sex only with 1 guy and got straight A's. I asked her if she thinks it's possible to be a party girl and a good girl and she answered with a definite, "Yeah". She probably thought I was weird.





Bye.