Brain

I only have 5 things to share right now:

1. A strapping young Australian man just told Sarah's mom to "Fuck off"
2. Tall people get into awkward situations more often than short people by default
3. I find #1 and #2 to be absolutely hilarious
4. Jo Stewart & Sarah Zambrano are too beautiful
5. College applications are impossible with all these shiny things around

Defense, Defense

Sometimes people mistake ugly for beautiful. Mistake, yes. Likewise; beautiful for ugly. And sometimes we tell people things they don't deserve to know. Keep your convictions close and your secrets closer, closest, too close. I think there are far less deserving souls than we accredit to. Always remember to use protection boys & girls.

Tonight at the Valencia v. La Habra game, the woman sitting in front of me was a trip. She had the peripherals of a hooter and bat-like hearing abilities. Mind-blowing, really. Then I figured it out: She was Satan.

Thanksgiving was really nice. We skipped out on being with our entire family this year, and my mom spent hours preparing the most beautiful meal- she's fabulous. My dad had us write down beforehand what we wanted to say at the table. I couldn't get through the first sentence without getting a ball in my throat. Hahaha always. My family cries at everything. We're part Irish. As if that entails any type of association ahhahaha.

Football, whipped cream, Italian boys, Christmas lights, cousins, Sarah, chai, leftovers, Ireland, Delta Spirit. I'll ily to those

I can't find my Soviet Kitsch DVD

Last night Sarah and I were in the drive thru at McDonald’s to get some ice cream sundaes, but the speaker where you order was broken, so we had to go up to the window. The poor fool asked the usual “What can I help you with this evening?” But right about at the 4th syllable his voice cracked and Sarah and I sat there belly laughing the entire time. I felt so bad for him. Seriously guys, your pubescent voices aren’t really anything to be embarrassed about- so I apologize for any forthcoming belittling. Sometimes I sound like a 14 year old boy with strep throat; it’s all good.

Everything's going well for me. Family is dope, kickin' it. My friends are my friends, meeting people. Applying to colleges. Have a concert with my orchestra on the 15th of December. Whittier High School, 7 pm, free admission. Working on some other music, not classical.

My brother is in Berlin right now. I miss him. He met someone named Ily in a hostel in Florence!

Advice for the fleas, bees, & everyone in between: Nothing is fair. Good guys always finish last. The universe is backwards. Yeah, sometimes it sucks. And sometimes you're the McDonald's employee (the most overanalyzed occupation in the history of man. Gotta get that money, fuck it. But I don't mean it in that context. I'm talking about the McDonald's employee with the two 17 year old girls laughing directly at your face because your voice cracked). But you’re not always the victim. Say goodbye to the pity parties and all your guests. Pack your things, kiss the bullshit goodbye, and appreciate & be loyal to what you have. Be happy, goddamnit.

Let your garden grow!