Hello New Camera

I headed down to downtown Long Beach this past weekend to test out my new camera. I took a few shots of my roommate & finally checked out the dollar book store.

The Bookshelf

I’ve always heard the phrase some ones trash is another persons treasure. Many times people don’t see the beauty in an item or person anymore, so they remove the person or item out of their life. The thing with life is that, there’s always some one else that see’s the beauty that another is blind to. This is where this blog entry comes in, I was one of those people that found beauty in another's trash.

The other day when I was driving around Hollywood, I came across this old beat bookshelf. It was sitting in the street, well next to a dumpster waiting to be whisked away to the dump. For some reason I felt compelled to put it in my car and take it with me, and I did. I brought it back to Bakersfield with me, and transformed it from an old rusted shelf into a sleek black shelf. I can’t wait to find a place for it in my room back in Long Beach.

Before

After

Here are a few more pictures from my dog park adventure I had with an old friend & my beautiful timid canine friend. I guess you could say my dog was another treasure I found on the streets, when some one else let her go.

Dolce



Aw.



Thirsty.

The army of dogs.

Friendly husky, but not as pretty as Maestro.

J's Geisha. (not mine)


Puppy Love.

Goodbye 281.

I’m sitting in my old empty apartment. The walls are white and the only thing lingering here is the smell of comet mixed in with remember whens.. Today I’m finally giving back the keys to the complex and saying goodbye forever. This place was the first place I ever really called home away from my Bakersfield home. I spent over 365 days living here. 365 days that I won’t ever get back. Where did time go? It feels like only yesterday, I was getting the keys to this place.
I won’t really miss this apartment, but I’ll miss the memories it brought. Sitting on the patio with Melanie, having our countless talks about the boys who occupied our hearts at the moment. Coming home from work or my internship to find one of my roommates here, just living life. Climbing out my window, hooka nights, spaghetti dinners, wine nights, who kissed who talks, break ups, break ins, our patio recyclables and the list goes on and on. I’ll miss this place once I have the time to look back on everything, and forget what it felt like to live in Park.
I thought I’d have more to write about, but I don’t. I’ll just leave it at that. Good-bye 281, you won’t be missed but your memories will.

Pictures from the infamous 281.

Holidays

For the most part, I spend holidays here in Long Beach alone now. It's not by choice, it's just one of the inconvenient factors of having a part time job in the restaurant industry. This past year i've spent Christmas Eve, part of Christmas Day, New Years Eve and Easter in Long Beach, alone. I guess that's just part of growing up.

Anyways, my parents decided to make a trip down to Long Beach for Mothers Day. It was nice to finally be out in the sunshine on a holiday with my parents and sister. We went downtown had lunch and took a tour of the Queen Mary. It reminded me of being young again, going on vacation with my family doing touristy things, the only difference now is that in the end they drive home with out me in the back seat.

My Mothers Day