Sunday, March 31, 2013

You can't go home

I had a wonderful spring break in Oakland, but as much as I enjoyed it, there was a part of me that felt hollow. I wanted (wished? hoped?) it would be just like college, but it wasn't. It was awesome and so much fun, and I remembered why I had loved all my old friends so much, but no matter how hard I tried, there was that miniscule little detail that was not there and ruined the illusion. There was always that shadow of this real life I have to go back to looming over my head. I talked to my former boss at my tutoring job and she told me I should come back this summer and teach Summer Bridge again, which now I really, really, really want to do, and it's totally possible time-wise, plus it would give me a nice supplemental income. Or is it just another excuse to try and relive something that I can never recapture? Should I just let sleeping dogs lie and move on with my life?

I don't want to think of the Bay as a past life, because obviously I can easily move back there and build a real, adult-type life. But is that really what am I doing? Or am I futilely trying to grasp my romanticized memories of college?

Monday, March 25, 2013

Segway ride

Segways are the most ridiculous mode of transport but also SO MUCH FUN. Definitely the best way to travel 'round San Francisco. And to think I've been walking and taking the bus like a chump for so many years.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

I've become a gym bunny

I went to the gym everyday this week except Tuesday, when I couldn't find parking.

I also bought $125 running shoes yesterday. Because I'd been using my old sneakers for 2+ years and also they weren't actually running shoes, but walking/cross-training shoes. My new shoes are blue and silver and purdyyyy. Also my ankles hurt less when I run.

I think I have become one of those annoying fitness-y people? Whatever though. It's not like I have anything else to do.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Rain, rain

It was rainy all day, but the nice kind of rainy, the kind that reminds me of Berkeley. Didn't really need an umbrella but everything was overcast and seemed brighter. It was 50˚ which seems positively warm now. Didn't even wear tights with my dress.

Watched 2 Days in New York, which was wonderful. An awesome follow-up to 2 Days in Paris. Julie Deply just gets it. And by it I'm not really sure what I mean but I know it's something she gets. I want to be cool and beautiful and awesome like her and also I kinda wish I could date Chris Rock? And also be French and live in New York with adorable children? You know, normal desires for my indecisive, hopelessly lost 22-year-old ass.

I've been talking to a bunch of people about living arrangements for next year, when I will most definitely not be living with my current roommates. One of my roommates actually asked me earlier this week, in a rare moment when she was talking to me, about where I was thinking of living. I was like Uhhhhhh not with you fucking assholes that's for sure but only in my head; out loud I just hemmed and hawed and was like Oh I'm gonna try living on my own I think I've never done that maybe it'll be a good experience. Ugh. As long as I get out of this pinche apartment with these pinche people, I'll be happy. Being alone, like actually alone, is better than feeling lonely amongst passive-agressively hostile roommates.

Thursday, March 7, 2013