This is all under construction. Maybe sleep will help me figure out how to move the header over. Blahblahblah

By the way, I'm still an awkward turtle, just so you all know.

I have the most obnoxious music taste ever.

Hi LiveJournal, it's me.

I know I've kinda cheating on you, but I've been a little busy. I know, I know, I shouldn't forget about you like this, but what can I say? Half of the people in my life that I regard as "friends" know that I'm a horrible friend, just consider yourself a little wiser.

So, I have until the end of my DVR'd episode of Lost to tell you all what's been up. That's easy... work, school, work some more, and then work hangs.

I think that having this job at Starbucks is possibly one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I'm finally have a job where I'm happy and doing incredibly well. I'm learning to communicate with people better, have more responsibility, multi-task, all while having a ridiculous amount of fun. My co-workers are amazing, even the ones that I don't always get along with. Because of this, I have been spending a ton of time with my co-workers, particularly Ali and Corey, and lately Mike (lolol) and Pablo. We're called the Clique, because Corey thinks we're not trying to include everyone. There are a few other people in the Clique, but it's pretty much us. They're so amazingly wonderful and refreshing to hang around with.

Which brings me to the realization that I've had because of this. I hang out with these guys, and I have so much fun basically doing not a whole lot. We'll go to the movies, or go over to Ali's and watch a movie and chat, go out to the Gaslamp or just go run errands. We just hang out... we don't put on a show, we don't try to impress everyone, we're just ourselves. There was a long time where most of the time when I would go out and be with my friends, and I felt like everyone needed to be impress. I had to pick out the right clothes, act the right way so that I was acceptable to be with. That didn't seem to be happening very often, and I was unhappy. I just wanted friends that would come over and watch movies, or hang out, or care about anything. I needed friends that were friends. I am so incredibly grateful for what I have now.

This is why, in the veryveryvery near future, I'm going to start reconnecting with people that I truly enjoy being around and talking to, because I feel like I don't fully appreciate a lot of things in my life. I read down my friend's list and read all these interesting things, and I don't comment because I don't want that person to be like "ummm... she cares? who is this?", but now I'm going to start talking to everyone as much as I can.

As for the bad influences? I'm going to shake them off. I don't need things that make me stressed out or feel shitty.

This is my anon post.

Comment here with anything. What you think about me, what you dreamt about last night, your favorite song. Anything.

Yeah, I know, this has taken me forever, but I've been busy.

It's funny how every year, Comic Con just gets better and better. Sure, the number of people attending the Con grows exponentially, but so does the number of people that I meet, which means more friends and more of an overall good time.

I know plenty of you will NOT read under the cuts, so just know this: I love you, seriously. My friends are the greatest group of people in the world.

( Tuesday and Wednesday - OMGZ KAYNE AND ROBERT OTP )

( Project Runway notes )

( Back to real life... )

( Thursday - Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering? )

( Friday - OH SNAP! There's a snake on your ass! )

( Saturday - 'Were you surprised? Because I wasn't' )

( THE LOST PANEL QUESTION HEARD ROUND THE WORLD )

( Seeing Javi and making up with Damon )

( Now for some good quality Browncoat hangs... with Gerard Way? )

( Sunday - Hey... look at that sexy prize girl... oh wait, it's just Erin, nevermind. )

So that's it people, my weekend at Comic Con. I'm sure I'm missing a bunch, but that should be it. This took a million years to write, so comment! I LOVE YOU ALL.