everyday struggles, a Jerry Springer -esque fam, friends with fun quirks, wacky adventures, tales of workplace drama, and bizarre romantic relationship tension
“I’m sick of following my dreams. I’m just going to ask them where they’re going and hook up with them later.”
— Mitch Hedberg
Hayley. One of my funniest friends. The only girl I know brave enough to be in an improv group. I wish I had her humor and her courage. I’m just glad that we found each other.

Hayley. One of my funniest friends. The only girl I know brave enough to be in an improv group. I wish I had her humor and her courage. I’m just glad that we found each other.


Jake, best friend

Jake, best friend


“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.”
— Woody Allen

As some of you may know, Latarian Milton would have to be number one on my
“most fascinating people list.” What is going through his head?

August 11

I am so ready to leave for Los Angeles. A year ago, I was begging to come back to San Francisco, but this time, I want nothing more than sunshine, beach, stupid celebrities, and the many trips to the Grove. I have been looking forward to Pinkberry all summer….yummmm.

But more than Pinkberry, I look forward to getting away from my family. My uncle Tim passed away from lung cancer in April, and ever since, San Francisco has not been the same for me. For some reason, death brings out the worst in the living, and my mother, aunt, and grandmother have all been feuding, somehow placing me in the middle of the situation. So, this summer, I’ve played a middle man, calling my grandmother in order to convey what my mother wants to say, and I’ve been visiting my grandmother, trying to continue a relationship with her, though I don’t speak to my aunt, who lives with her. It has been insane.

Though this summer has been difficult, I feel stronger. I feel happy about leaving and I feel so grateful that I have my friends in Los Angeles. I can’t wait to ride in Destiny’s SUV, listening to her mixes, or watch Angie’s documentary from her trip to Africa. Plus, I am living with Liz this year, which is going to be wonderful. I feel like I am running away from my family in SF, but running to a family in SoCal. Sometimes friends become a family for you. You have to make family from those who really support you and protect you and want you to be your best. I think I have found that in these beautiful people.

And most of all, I can’t wait to get back to my job with the kiddos. I definitely want to be a teacher. After working at a busy, crowded, soul-crushing restaurant all summer, I have no doubt that I was put on this earth to work with children…not overly pretentious, overly touchy, and overly bitchy adults. Arts and Crafts and Four Square sound like the life.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
“When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.”
— Mark Twain

August 10

So, I’ve decided to start a blog, since my best friend Jake has started one for his abroad trip to France. I’m an English major, supposedly aspiring to write brilliant works one day, so maybe I should jot down the incredibly strange occurrences of my life, here, online, for all those who know me, and for all those who for some strange reason tumbled upon this page…

But, anyway, I’ve decided to give it a try, a diary for the public…a pretty big oxymoron.