nothing about the american apparel sale was fun.

from waking up at 6:45, paying $60 for gas in a car i won't be driving, driving to la, standing in line for 3 1/2 hours, feeling majorly out of place and nearly invisible, picking through endless boxes of mostly ripped or defective clothing, to the unbearable heat, nausea, and lack of hydration.

but somehow as i was driving home in desperate need of a shower and some sleep, i was happy. i got home and i could not resist the urge to try all of my clothes despite my grunginess. (i figured i would need to wash all of these clothes anyway after seeing the strange stains on some of the clothes i didn't buy) knowing that i bought these clothes at over 60% off and in a state of near delirium i figured not everything would be awesome. my grey jacket is slightly too small, and has some unexplanable mismatched fabric trims. the stripes on my cardigan do not line up correctly. (i'm still not sure if this is intentional or not) my bedroom light was exposing all the flaws i had overlooked in the blazing sun and the feeling i had was wearing off. i was beginning to seriously doubt the day's success.

i finally reached my last purchase, a goldenrod yellow hoodie two sizes too big. there was nothing really great about it; it didn't have the trademark incredibly soft inside, it didn't make my boobs look big or my waist look small, my mother has even told me that color makes my skin look sickly. but i had to have it. and that is one purchase that i don't regret in the slightest. just like my purple jacket reminds me of carmen, shawna, and our awesome concert night, this one reminds me of the fun moments we did have playing the harry potter version of the first and last letter game and the immense relief of a giant sierra mist at farmer boys. and something about it just makes me feel good. it was strange because it reminded me of usc (with the color) but also of all my friends now.

after i took a good long shower (planning this blog in my head... yeah, unfortunately i do that) and crawled into bed completely exhausted, i felt it all was completely worth it.

i need to post a blog.

it has been nearly a month (sorry jillian)... i have had tons of ideas of what to write run through my head, i was going to write a blog about going to budapest and prague, but then i found out how eerily similar it would be to michaels, just not worded as well. i even thought out some of it while i was gone, but when i got home apathy took over.

i think i've been wanting to wait until i have this amazing summer post. i need some great adventure to prove that this is the greatest summer of my life. when we were at anaoshak's and ramon said "i think summer is officially over" i got really sad because of how true it felt. instead of road trips and beaches i've had futurama and brawl. the most "rebellious" thing i've done probably wouldn't make anyone else think twice. but when it comes down to it i've had fun so far this summer. there is still plenty of time to go to six flags and take a train somewhere. and if i don't end up doing everything on my list, its alright with me. what matters is i've been spending time with some of my best friends. and if i get to spend time with all the people i care about (usually the biggest problem of summer) i'll be happy.