October 2009
5 posts
random dance party on lower sproul with fucking STEVE AOKI. it was a good day. i kept imagining him pouring vodka into our mouths. it made me miss LA, but not tooo much—i was too busy getting rid of the dancing feva that’s been building up in me for months.
all in all, a good day. and tomorrow, a better day. i’m so excited.
i want to leave. and go anywhere. and not think. and just do.
Why I Want to Study Abroad in South Africa
I have no grand delusions of being anyone’s savior. A few years ago, maybe. When I went to Mexico during my senior year of high school, I was filled with that well-meaning Western mixture of arrogance and enthusiasm—I just wanted “to help.” “To make the world a better place.” “To help out those less fortunate.” I’m not saying that that...
sometimes it doesn’t have to be complicated. it can be simple and real and perfect, even though we’re far from it. it still feels that way.
