let music take you away.

it's my life and it's got my name on it, baby.

disclaimer: the panda bear's random. really random. thanx fran.
com·pli·ca·tion [kom-pli-key-shuhn]
noun.
1. something that introduces, usually unexpectedly, some difficulty, problem, change, etc.
... wouldn't this just be life in general? I'd like to think that things come about in my life out of my control, placing no blame on me. But I can't help to think that my life is a series of events that were a result of one action, one second, one word, or one moment that happened a long long time ago. Like do you hurt and hate guys now because that one kid in grade school took your sandwich, or do you get butterflies easily because peek-a-boo and surprises were your favorite when you were little...I just dont understand how I can smile so big at a text message.... If anyone decides to read this I apologize in advance for all the scattered thoughts. I usually prefer direction, but this was an impulse post..... Id like to believe in spontaneous romance, natural disasters, and short encounters with important people in your life, but I feel like were all here because we want to be in the positions were in right now. There aren't people in our lives that were put on this earth to make us feel bad, and there aren't people that miraculously click with, we bring about our lives and create what we want to feel (drama, laughter, love)regardless of what our fairytale vision is. I mean, right now, I like it, I like that i'm okay with what I created.

keeping touch.

"look at the moon b/c i will too"

-brett freeland

and for a moment you can hardly breathe.

i've been dreamin' with a broken heart... wake me up and hand me the scotch tape.

Nineteen Minutes- Jodi Picoult

"Whether or not you believe in Fate comes down to one thing: who you blame when something goes wrong. Do you think it's your fault- that if you'd tried better, or worked harder, it wouldn't have happened? Or do you just chalk it up to circumstances?

I know people who'll hear about the people who died, and will say it was God's will. I know people who'll say it was bad luck. And then there's my personal favorite: They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." (from a crazy good book: Nineteen Minutes"

"If we don't change the direction we are headed,
we will end up where we are going." -Chinese Proverb

Well since I don't feel like blah'ing about this new awesome book I picked up, I'll just nag about something else, just like everyone else does in their blogs: People shouldn't sulk, sulking is a made up word to excuse people to make themselves feel bad. When something bad happens we grieve, which appropriately should last for a day, a week max. After that no matter how bad the situation is, life goes on, regardless if you want it too or not.

I really didn't want this post to be emo, the quote just made me wonder: Are most people dissatisfied with their lives because they set themselves up, or does America just dream too much.

there are nice people in L.A.

So today I decided to do the Hollywood thing: be a health freak, jog two miles, grab the latest new york times bestselling fiction, have a protein smoothie with all the veggies you need, and run into a bunch of conceded anorexic bitches in their designer shades, shoes, and bags. Before I left to run the streets of Hollywood I anticipated to see about 40 immigrant perverts, 30 crazy bums, 20 teen perves from the fox hills mall, 20 hype beasts, 10 possible psycho killers and rapists, and about 500 road raged/rude pedestrian los angeles usuals walking and driving along la brea, hollywood blvd., vine st, and highland ave. I was ready to keep my pace up to avoid all of these hollywoodians and run pass them as I stay in my own zone. I went a block on Willoughby Ave. and as I was warming up I couldn't help but notice someone on a bike looking over to catch my attention, I was expecting a "hey baby, I'd like a piece of that ass", but surprisingly, I got a sweet, "hey, hope you have a nice day". I looked back in estrangement and smirked to myself. As my trip went on I continued to run as fast as my asthma let me, and then another two guys gave me the most genuine and sentimental "hello (I have no interest in imagining  you naked at the moment)". So at that point, I decided to walk. I loved it....it was actually the most calming and enjoyable walk I've had in a long time. And to change my perspective: there ARE nice people in LA. Don't be afraid, take a walk.

or maybe it was the spandex.