So, you know those people whose “life dream” is to move to LA? Yup… I’m not one of them. I guess growing up in Orange County you come to see LA as somewhere you visit for the day, and JUST for the day, whenever you feel like it. I mean, if dealing with horrific traffic and snobby gorgeous people who have all had one (or one thousand) too many sticks shoved up their asses is somebody else’s cup of tea, then drink away people! But I’ve always enjoyed living the safe 35 minute (or 3 ½ hours in traffic) drive from Hollyweird & the surrounding clusterf&%#s, in the more “laid back” county between LAlaland and the Whale’s Vagina. But, somehow, the stars have aligned and a series of curious and unexpected events have led me here. To Abbster’s front door. Actually, to her bedroom floor. Literally.
I’ll save the long & tedious story of my quarter-life crisis for later, but for now all you need to know is that I just finished my first year of law school, and after a brain-clenching summer of decision-making, research, unpaid internships and wayyyy too many “self-help” books, I have decided NOT TO RETURN this fall!! YAY!
Don’t feel awkward, this is a good thing… as long as we ignore the huge private law school loan and one year of hell I wasted in that damn building… but hey, everything happens for a reason, right? If you’ve read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho (…you should, best book ever & so inspirational. & SHORT!..), then you’ll know what I mean when I say I sorta had to go all the way to the Pyramids & back just to get back to my path and my own "self," so to speak. I have to give credit to The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch (R.I.P.) too… his book gave me the final “push” out of my quarter-life crisis. Ahhh, the great age of 23 (I hope you sense the sarcasm).
Anyway, enough with the formalities… let the games begin! My mattress is now safely rooted diagonally and opposite from Abster’s, and our room is stuffed with more shoes than an entire female dormitory would know what to do with. I’ve got a job lined up as a HIKING GUIDE (HA! Funny, I know… but I’ll be the one laughing when I’m in the best shape of my life people) and am working on the rest of the life plan as we speak… next step, go buy a GRE test-prep book and start studying! …Scratch that, that can be step two. Step one: wait for Abbster to get home so we can put on crazy clothes and makeup and have a photo shoot for absolutely no reason. Stay tuned for photo evidence of our “TOD”ness. (If you don’t already know what TOD stands for, I’m not going to tell you).
Welp, time to get back to unpacking! I don’t have this lesbo (disclaimer: Lesbos, don’t take that the wrong way. We love you…) headband on for nothin’ and Hank is not being very helpful with his stupid little paws and non-opposable thumbs.
Hasta Luego!
<3KEG
PS: KEG is my initials… I know, it’s ok to be jealous.
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