It's been a crazy couple of weeks. It started off four weeks ago with my family going up to San Francisco to watch my little brother start his journey across America. He's bike-riding from the Golden Gate Bridge to Washington D.C. this summer. Totally wild, I know. The weekend after that, my parents flew in for the weekend (which I totally need to blog about) and I had my graduation from Fashion School (9.5 months after I graduated). Three days later, I left for Hawaii. On Friday, July 4th, my sister and her roommate flew in town at 7am for the weekend, I'm exhausted. And truly excited for a mellow weekend trying to flirt with my roomie. I'm thinking his new name should be Faux Beau? Thoughts?
But let's get back to Hawaii.
1. It was the best money I've ever spent irresponsibly in my life. I feel totally liberated that I stayed in and paid for a room all by myself. A nice room.
2. The weather was beautiful and I got a great tan.
3. My dress was killer. Faux Beau helped me pack. Which means I tried on dresses for him and he picked out which ones were the prettiest.
4. It felt like old times, but without the makeout sessions. I was "one of the boys" and had a great time catching up with everyone. The bride and groom had a lot of free time to hang out with everyone and that was really special. So many times, the weddings I sing in or go to are so stressful and jam-packed, you hardly see the bride and groom even if they are your close friend!
5. The mother and father of the groom kept on shouting, "Rekindle! Rekindle!" whenever I would talk to the Socially Slow Ex. He handled it awkwardly, but held it together. There was one moment when I think he was deciding whether or not he should kiss me, and then it passed.
Overall, the vacation was a success. I am so relieved to know I am not attracted to my ex and that I don't live in my hometown anymore. What an amazing weight off of my shoulders to know that I am truly happier here, doing what I am doing, instead of moping around with someone who doesn't even laugh at my jokes...
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- Since the day I was born, I've found a need for the out-of-the-ordinary. I won't say extraordinary because that implies that I am above and beyond, which, sadly, is not the case. However, I have found a great need to tell stories. The best of these stories are mildly saturated with exaggeration out of the consideration of the readers. I guess I would consider myself an expert in clumsiness and forgetfulness. I am also an expert at heartbreak, which thankfully, has played a great part in some great stories. Hope you love life as much as I do!
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Isn't being a grown-up awesome?
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