Earthquakes, cockroaches, and cat vomit, oh my!

SO the reason for the lack of updates, till now, has been that I've simply been having too much fun. Prancing through West Hollywood, enjoying the sunshine and meals at the farmers market, and trips to moonlight beach and Encinitas.

Then, this morning hit! And with it, news footage of earthquake drills preparing my area for disaster. Fake dead bodies are lined up on football fields in Pasadena.

No one warned me when I was moving out here that 'the big one' could be coming! 1,800 casualites predicted.

As Aud and I were frantically googling earthquake strategies so that we as native East-Coasters could survive this trauma, my cat puked up his breakfast.

As I was cleaning that up, a cockroach came out from under the sink.

Party central. Hopefully the rest of my day will be better than this.

Audrey did my make up last night. Sparkle glitter style. Oh oh my.

to be honest

I'm leaving in 2 days. I could pretend that I'm simply estatic and optimistic about my sunny Californian future, but I'm scared shitless. I have this lump in my throat that won't go away, and every time I see something fondly familiar I feel like I might never see it again, or at least not in the same way. Like the stupid diner. There are millions like it, but this was my diner. This is where we went at midnight after dances or concerts in Philly, and where we re-united after driving an hour and a half to come home from college. It's all going to be so far away.

My stomach hurts like it always does when I'm nervous about something. I love my friends, I love my family, and I'm comfortable. We're taught to believe in this culture that individualism and chasing wealth and prosperity and glamour is a virtue, but am I doing the right thing? Am I Am I Am I? Please tell me that Philadelphia will always be here. Please tell me that I won't fall on my face. Please tell me that I'll break my bad habits and live a healthy, fufilling, non-lonely life.

I'm going to go watch Dexter and drink some Pepto.