Happy 22nd Dwight

Happy birthday to the bestest brother in the whole entire world.

You are and will forever be my best friend.

A Personal Post

So some of you might know or think you know why I moved from Northeast Texas to Southern California and to be honest thats really not what this post is all about but mid 2008 I met this boy. We will call him Mr. Bigg. (Can you tell I am a Sex in the City fan?) Anyways, like many of my old friends from texas would like to think I moved out here for him but that was never the case. In actuality the first (out of the three) year of living here I think I saw him a whole three times. Since recently graduating and not having a job, I have had a lot of time to think about things like how I cant believe I am graduated a mear three years after moving, which then in turn makes me think "how did I even end up here?" Which leads me back to this Mr. Bigg character.
Let me break it down for you.

*If Andrea and I hadnt been working at a music venue where big music tours come through (taste of chaos to be exact) Andrea wouldnt have met Ben. (his cousin)

*Then Ben wouldnt have invited us to hang out at warp tour. To be honest, I didnt even want to go. I have been to warp tour and hated it. Its too stinking hot but she talked me into it. (like she always does.)

*If I hadnt of gone to warp tour I would of never met Mr. Bigg.

*If I hadnt of met Mr. Bigg, I wouldnt of flown out to LA for the first time and spent 4 days with a person (Mr. Bigg) I had only hung out with for maybe 5 hours pervious, I would of never been told about the school I ended up going to nor would I have fallen in love with CA like I did.

*This meaning I wouldnt have decided that in august of 2008 that I was going to pack my life up and move to CA january of 2009. Thus meaning I wouldnt be where I am today.

CRAZY RIIIGHT?! Now this Mr. Bigg became a huge part of my life early 2010 into 2011 but literally walked right out of my life in late april. I seriously dont even know if the dude is alive or not. I have been thinking a lot about him and where my life would be right now if it wasnt for him. I guess this is a Thank You to you Mr. Bigg. You helped change my life.

PS. "Mr. Bigg" hated that I loved Sex in the City so much.

My Honey badger

Ok there is this girl, who has two first names. Lauren Ashley. It sounds made up huh? Well it's not. When I first saw Lauren Ashley, I wasnt too sure of her. I couldn't even tell you why other than I was young and judgmental and to this day I am kicking myself for not becoming friends with her sooner. I will never judge a book by its cover EVER again.

I have never connected with a person so instantly and intensely like I did with this girl. After really hanging out with her for the first time getting wasted (see picture above) at an open bar fashion show our school was putting on, I had fallen in love. Pretty much the next year we were joined at the hip. We spent every moment with each other. It was a year of laughing at inappropriate times, weird noises, inside jokes about things we couldnt even begin to explain and a constant sharing of creativity. Oh and A LOT of food was consumed also.
Then she graduated and moved away from me, literally to the other side of the country. I was so happy to see her finally spread her wings and break away from her norm of southern Orange County but I was so sad to see her leave. I felt as if I was losing a piece of myself as lame as that sounds. California hasnt been the same since the day she left.
So now I get to see her about 3 times or less a year, which when I really think about it makes me tear up a little bit. I have originally always hated New York city but every time I visit her and her lovely little boyfriend Hart, I fall a little bit more in love with that disgusting city. I have even had the crazy thoughts of maybe even moving out there. CRAZY TALK RIIIGHT?
I am writing this because I tried my hardest to make it out there to surprise her on her birthday weekend but it just didnt work out and I couldnt be more upset about it. I love and miss you like crazy, honey b. Hurry home.