I am listening to Carla and her dude X talk about life. X just brought up The Matrix. Please do not ever let me get into a conversation like this, ever.
I’m lumping today and yesterday together because the feeling’s the same. Wanting to sleep, but not wanting to waste time; talking to friends to try and ground myself in this ridiculous whirlwind. I think I tend to cower around people and that needs to stop. I’m getting lower back problems at 23.
These are the things I’ve bought so far in California:
- boba – three times just trying to get this job
- groceries – salad, chicken, milk, bananas
- Boiling Crab – worth
- shampoo and conditioner – probably not worth
- a ticket to the LA stop of Sherman Alexie’s book tour – hella worth
I reconnected with an old professor in lieu of asking her for a recommendation letter and saw she liked a post by Sherman Alexie. I don’t know why Sherman Alexie has been popping up in my life so much lately, but I read the post, thought it was beautiful, and immediately purchased a ticket to see him next Tuesday. His latest book is a memoir dealing with love, loss, and grief. I think I was meant to go.
Carla to X after he offers me his blunt:
“Don’t go killing Jenni! She just moved here to follow her dreams.”
A STOR¥ BY ? 