blarg

i've been terrible about posting, which is sad for two reasons. one, i made a huge scene about wanting to express the brand new me (!!!) when i first created this new blog. i haven't really been very good about that. and two, so much insanity happened in the last two months that i really should have been better about documenting it all. i guess maybe i was so consumed with everything that was going on that i didn't want to have to relive it all again, and make it clever, on a blog. i will satisfy your presumably all-encompassing curiosity with a short list of all the things i have experienced since april:

1) l.'s truck was stolen. we didn't know it at the time, but this would mark the beginning of a pretty emotionally crazy couple months.

2) l. proposed, on the roof of an apartment building where we ended our first date. adorable.

3) l.'s truck was found, after being impounded in south central los angeles. a frustrating, horrific day of bureaucracy followed, during which l. and i tried to get his car released from the impound yard, only to fail miserably. (note: this was three weeks ago and the truck is still MIA, as is the insurance payment).

4) my car was broken into, which we discovered early one thursday morning two weeks ago, a mere six days after our (first) impound lot extravaganza. we spent the day in my hometown, cleaning shards of broken safety glass out of the various tiny spaces in my car and getting in massive fights with my mom.

5) two days ago, the LAPD towed my car illegally (it was a huuuge mess) and only after many hours of irritation (of course) did my dad and i succeed in getting the car released from impound. the police are paying the impound fees, so i guess that case is closed. however, on top of everything else that's occurred recently, i had a really extremely difficult time dealing with my wednesday adventure.

6) i have three finals next week.

there was a point when i had grand hopes for the future. however, i'm slowly learning that there are only two possibilities: one, that i am eternally cursed to have to deal with incredibly ridiculous and obnoxious shit for the rest of time; or two, that this is what everyone's life is like and i'm just more vocal about/sensitive to the injustice of it all.

maybe i'm a whiner. however, before you judge, i suggest living through my last few months.