Summer 2010. I think was my best summer so far. Come to think about it. I went through the most drastic changes and experiences. I think it was also the peak of tumblr. Eh, might as well mention tumblr during the summer of that year. But yeah, it was when tumblr meet ups were legit, and non bop-infested, lol. The newest of experiences I learned from were unforgettable. I busted so many missions and got away with so many things the summer of 2010. Ah, simply reminiscing about it give me nostalgia. Summer 2010 was so good to me, I truly feel that no other summer can top it. I’d really want to re-live those 3 months again, it’d feel quite nice.

I just realized a super-duper-extremely-cliched-and-cute-but-still-simple-as-can-be thing a guy has never given/done to me:

make a mix CD of songs.

It doesn’t even need to be filled with the typical lovesongs. Lol, I don’t know, but I think it’d be so adorable and thoughtful. A “just because” gift. Sure, you’re taking a super cliche’d thing to give to your significant other, but all the while making it unique. It may consist of the most random of songs, yet under the same taste of music you both enjoy. Which is another way showing him/her you really do know them all that well.

Whenever I’m super pissed at my parents or bummed out that I am forced to stay home on a Saturday night, unable to attend a party— I sneak out. 

It just makes me wonder how I’m going to react as an adult/parent when I look back at it. Ha, my kids aren’t going to be able to get away with nothing, because I’ve practically done everything under lying and sneaking out, lol.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve always wanted to see what it was like finding and falling back in love with your first love, years later after seeing them once again. I think it’d be pretty bittersweet in a way. It’s like trying to continue some history and bringing it back with a totally new time and scene. If my life long love story would end up like that, I’d feel as if it was straight out of a movie. Just imagine it, you two fall in love while in high school, loose connection then break up, and 5-8 years later, bump into each other once again at some random coffee shop or maybe even work. Wouldn’t it just be amazing if you two just end up together as husband and wife from there? After drifting and not talking all those years, but somehow managing to re-connect.
I wouldn’t mind. It actually would be such a sweet story to tell my children.

It’s as if it doesn’t exist anymore. Well, at parties. For the past parties that I’ve been to recently, the main factor that seems to get it over the top and poppin, is the booze. Alcohol seems to have come through as a must now a days, at every party or kickback. I’m not complaining or saying the drinks and such at parties need to come to a stop, but that drinks are looked upon as to always be needed here and there— no matter what, just to have a good time. We’ve grown to be so accustomed to it that if we attend a simple birthday party, for example, and if there’s no alcohol or anything else to get us under the influence, most people would automatically call it wack. Maybe even leave the first few minutes. When in the first place, you are supposed to be at a birthday party for the actual celebrant— as a true guest and friend. But that’s just me. Sober partying/fun is nothing but a faint period of time in our past. Eh, but who am I to speak— that’s what high school parties are all about these days, getting fucked up to the max, right?

It’s like, I tell myself that I am going to make sure I get it back by asking them later, before the chick that borrowed from me leaves or something. But by the end of the day, when I try to grab at my wrist for it to tie up my hair, and nothing is there… Ugh, rage. You just know you’re never going to get it back, and then maybe she ends up doing the same thing with your scrunchy. Cycle repeats.

It sucks not having to look forward in receiving a goodnight text anymore. I’m not even referring to getting one from a significant-other nor someone you are currently on “talking” terms with. Just a simple goodnight from the most spontaneous person will make me smile. Why? Because I really don’t get those type of random text messages anymore. And I miss ‘em. From good friends, and crushes all in the past. You know what’s one of the best feelings? When you open up a text from a person you haven’t talked to in the longest time— and that is what I mean by being spontaneous. It makes me warm inside because it shows despite the fact that we haven’t been talking or talked at all in months, you manage to put in the effort of showing they still care, or you just thought about me. And knowing that you’re on someone’s mind is just a good feeling. Oh, the simplest gestures.

Sickass venue. I was scared to go into the Hundreds store on Rosewood bc there was this whole group of black people right on the outside of the entrance PLUS it was in this alley-ish way, and it was only me and my guy homie (we’re only like 14 and short), LOL. So we ended up just nervously looking down and entering the store, I will never forget all these iteem staring at us little kids. Anyway, I got black and white Hundreds socks for $10 and finally copped some Adam Bomb stickers. Also visited Diamond, 10xDeep, Supreme, RVCA, Joy Rich/TI$A, Johnny Cupcake, tokidoki, Kid Robot, and all these other street stores. Busted it all the way from SFV to downtown and past. When we got off the subway, the first thing we see is Jollibee, oh my gulay randomest place ever that it is located in the ghetto. Got lost only once— which happened to just screw us over and have the biggest impact due to heading the complete opposite way, just because of our dumbassness. So it took us another extra 45 min or so. It was all worth it in the end. But ofcourse, it’s not fun going there without any money, so I only got something from the Hundreds. I fell in love with Melrose Ave. today. I’m starting to take the bus more often just to go places with homies that I know for sure my parents wouldn’t be down to drive to places or even let me go to. Thank goo’ness for public transit. Also met a random hobo-traveler that basically told me his whole story and smelled like crap… But it was interesting. He told me that I have a really intricate observation span, which is why he asked if I was an artist. The random-est things and people you meet on buses, I swear. Not to mention, the mini-photo shoot while waiting for the bus, HA! Pictures up later.

Ah, cannot wait for Black Friday/Saturday since I’m going to be up in San Fran, woo!