christmas eve festivities

December 25, 2011

Adrian, Mike, Led, Sarah, K, Henry, Dan, Pastor Kris, AJ, Liz, Kevin. And I’m not a huge fan of big groups, but when partnered with tri-tip roast & avocado tortas and 12 hours of The Lord of the Rings Extended Special Editions in glorious Blu-ray, I’m much more inclined to make an exception.

Christmas Eve with the Tuasons until having to get to my family party was an added bonus.

Family party confessional at the “kids” table;

Cousin: “… So he was pissed that I had slept with his fiancé…”
Me: “Okay, well, I’m going to get some more prime rib but feel free to finish this story without me, haha.” *Leaves table, and comes back two minutes later…
Everyone At Table: “Hendrix, you missed the best part! Listen to the end of the story!”
Me: “Fine, fine. Go on.”
Cousin: “Where was I?”
Me: “You were at the part where you slept with the guy’s fiancé or something.” *At this point, I was looking down and cutting my food.
Cousin: “You slept with WHO? How could you??” *While looking/blaming my little cousin. I was very confused. Everyone breaks into laughter.

Apparently my Aunt walked in just as I said, “You were at the part where you slept with the guy’s fiancé or something.” She heard what I said, paused and walked away and I never even saw.

Merry Christmas, all.


sideways moving skyscrapers

December 16, 2011

Commutes to and from LA used to consist of newspapers and books, now they’re iPads and headphones.

Watching out the window and quietly basking in the view of the bright lights and raindrops flying away from me as this train passes. Music video-directing in my mind; listening to Michael Giacchino’s “There’s No Place Like Home” from the LOST soundtrack on repeat and becoming an emotional wreck and tearing up like a crazy person for some reason. I don’t know, I think

I should be happier than this.


December 12, 2011

I’ll be honest. I’m not into her, but she’s fun, she’s funny, she’s adorably cute, she’s talented, she’s intelligent. Our tastes and interests are very different in a lot of ways, but similar in some. We have fun and even have meaningful conversations when we’re together, and I can tell that she enjoys it too. But even though she’s the one that calls/texts/tweets me, I can’t get over the feeling that she doesn’t want to. Actually enjoy time with me, I mean. Like she’d rather be with someone hipper, hotter, or, something-er. It makes me sad because even though it’s more noticeable with her,

I can’t help but feel that this is who I’ll be to everyone, forever.