Dan Harmon, about Community

“This is a show about broken people. All of them are quite alone, some involuntarily, some by their own hand, some without realizing it, but none of them come to the study room table with the emotional advantages held by that mythical creature known as ‘a normal person.’ There are no normal people, there are just different kinds of weird, all of it is human and all humanity is better than everything inhuman.”

btm bonfire 2012

More photos from this set HERE.

there are some photos you wish you took

And this is one of them.
Photo Credit: Matthew Romasanta for http://www.explodingbuffalo.com/

calvin the wise

It’s funny, but of all the books I’ve read and re-read as a kid (to the present even), Calvin and Hobbes has always been a staple of how I perceive friendship, love, my parents, school, nature, the universe, and even God, albeit subtly. More than just a comic strip, profound ideas and ideologies can be found within the humor. Did I mention that I have the ENTIRE collection? Ten years of collecting, but it is now complete.

crying over spilt milk (tea)

Looks as though Boiling Crab has made it onto on my list of weekly to-do’s, and it’s even better when I get to terrorize those delicious shrimp with amazing company.

Anti-social as of late but Katrina Alaia’s always been the exception. Blessed to have her as a friend, sister, confidante, listener, story-teller, and over-all entertainment. Conversations consisting of but not limited to business education, late-night/early-morning inappropriate laughfests about ridiculous situations, and heartfelt concern and analyzation for difficult ones.

Anyway, nights like this inspire, encourage, and help me feel alive more than you might know. L ya.

P.s. One key moment during dinner: Unintentional inappropriate mass text message from Steph. Gahahahaha.

being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up

growing up doesn’t necessarily mean absence of fun or sense of child-likeness, does it? God, i hope not. here’s to happiness and learning from our mistakes and accepting responsibilities. and realities. and possibilities. and impossibilities. and other words that end in -ilities.

and love.

true love for those without true love

music: local natives/cavil at rest, bon iver, eisley, the fray, kina grannis, wilco, fleet foxes, of montreal, broken social scene, death cab for cutie, explosions in the sky, she & him, passion pit, incubus, tilly and the wall, matt costa | film (trailers): 500 days of summer, away we go, where the wild things are; watch these movies with me | books: hp and the deathly hallows, the time traveler’s wife, dibs in search of self, the perks of being a wallflower, | other: pencil and small notebook sketches of actual people; might add it to my drawings blog, walks around the neighborhood, random polaroids, ipods, pebbles

i’m in l.a., trick

summer sweaters and scarves and inconsistent weather and im having trouble remembering what summer feels like in southern california. nothing is what it should be lately. attempting to keep certain situations out of mind, but doing the exact opposite, unintentionally singing second voice to every dashboard confessional song i hear and it freaks me out.

i am addicted to: twitter, apple iPod touch applications, mountain dew, ebay, string cheese, thrift stores, sleep, being awake, sytycd, coffee smells, man purses, polaroids, mixtapes to myself, and the sheer genious fashion senses of blake lively, camilla belle, and whitney port

wth, I spelled “genius” wrong
gayyyy