BUY A GIRL 21 CHOICES AND SHE WILL BE STOKED TO TALK TO YOU FOR DAYS.
A few months ago, I made it into top ten interviews of a very prestigious law firm in Pasadena for a law clerk position out of 650 applicants. I ended up being a runner up. I think I asked for too much money. A few weeks later, the firm owner came into my current summer job at a private school children uniform store for his kids’ uniforms. We joked around and my manager praised how such a good person I am, I also said I am great at photocopying too. The firm owner laughed, in the interview he asked if I am good at making photocopies, no one else got the joke. Weeks went gone by and this Saturday is my last day at the job.
Flash to now, I came home today after class and work and my grandfather said, “Hey, a lawyer called for you and asked for you to call back.” I was like, “Great, they probably want to represent me.” Recently, I got into some trouble petty thefting from a K-Mart… yeah, I know. He said, “No, they have called here before.” So I Googled the number and using my rejection letter, what do you know it’s the same firm. I tried not to think much about it, so I went back to my daily Craigslist searching for law clerk jobs in Central Los Angeles. I checked my email for any responses and I found this email from the firm. This is what is says
“Hi Brian. You applied for a position here and came in for an interview. We ultimately decided that another candidate was the best fit for that position. Since then, we have decided to hire for another administrative position. This is a new position here based upon an increase in our case volume.
You were in the “runner up” category to the position we filled last time. So I’m reaching out to you to find out if you are still seeking employment. Please respond either way and let me know. If you are seeking employment, I need the days/hours you are available.
Are you still working at the uniform store? I believe I still have to stop by and pick up the rest of the uniforms I ordered.”
My world has just been rocked.
so this weekend passed by i know its saturday but other than work and fambam im not really doing anything exciting tomorrow so i felt this was a good time to just write i guess. i dont have much to say but do i ever, today i went to music fest in the city i love. i had a parking ticket in it a few weeks back and to not repeat that little dilemma i took the metro in. man it felt good to just absorb yourself. i could have gave less for whoever was around me i just wanted to lose myself for a day. yeah i saw friends and texted people who tingled me on whether they wanted to hang out with me or not but i always know. i have game. its official. a random stranger who was of the african decent told me so. i didnt know him. but he saw me hanging out at a park a few days ago and i was playing a few songs on my guitar. he walked up and gave me the honorary title of “youve got game” and walked away. so dont try to pretend that being cute is going to get me lead on. because as i read your text i know. ive got game.
currently listening to: Mountains Made Of Steam by A Silver Mt. Zion
well these last couple of days have been a blast. i just told myself to let go and its been amazing.without getting too detailed.
running through rundown amusement parks. spontaneous parks sesh. long night car talks. midnight runs for sweet craves. drinks in the viper room. run around hollywood in taxis. enticing parties in fancy hotel suites. getting an opportunity to learn to fix a car. walking out an interview to get called back 3hrs later.
i just came home and i felt like doing this. i do these not because i feel like i have to but because i want to have fun doing these. im not stopping anything just letting everything be.
so its raining right now. not sure why but i really dont mind. you ever have those moments where you dont know what your doing yet there is so much happening that you need to find a moment to slow down to figure out why its heading there?
like there is alot happening but you feel like your not going anywhere. im feeling like this right now. it could be the moment or it could the stage of life. its just i need something to come along and spark back in me that flare i had when i began everything. im sure i know what the urge is. i just have to find it. be a special thing or a special someone. clues. clues. clues. spring semester is over.
intro psychology A-
hist & surv/rock music B+
earth science A-
fund/speech commun A
principles of microecon D (shut up i know)
logic and argumentation B
i also was just awarded $6,000+ in a grant to transfer where i want.
i am also beginning my recordings called bathroom recording sessions. something ive been wanting to fool around for a while. ill have them up when i can.
so this weekend came and went by. finally the start of summer. though i dont know how to feel about it yet. i always prided myself being able to commit to school full time. i have plans. recording my music is in it. as many know i play music before anything. and to some angry people thats even before them. i didnt plan tho on my grandma being in the hospital. yes i know many people have had grandparents in the hospital and passed away. shut up this never has happened to me. its frightening seeing her in the hospital.
we stick our heads outside of moving cars. drink as close to death. hang in places we shouldnt be. run from authority. just to feel alive. knowing your alive. i felt alive and i felt death in a ballroom affair ballad that i undoubtly understood death is inevitable for us. we live hard but being unable to control death makes you understand doing 93 in the freeway 3 in the morning to feel your heartbeat can end more horrifically than telling your dad you blew the engine to his car.
so summer began. plans are made. life is moving forward. and i want EVERYTHING to happen. check pad ready.
im sitting in my room doing what i always do every night. tea. music. candle. cell phone. guitar. i see everyone around me feeling relief and joy and i understand why, but i cant seem to reach them. like i know what happy is but i dont feel it. i look through old photos and i can see happiness and im afraid i cant have it anymore. but if i dont tell you. you will never know. im finding out by past relationships im pretty good at that. sorry. im sure your reading this. i feel im not home til i finally sit in my big computer chair sipping my tea with my candle lit and giant curtains pulled closed where i finally release and be content. we are the music makers we are the dreams of the dreams. its the lickable wallpaper. its the 2 chord strums. its the chamomile honey tea with the little wooden spoon. its the skinny jeans and thermal shirts. its pandora and the sea and cake radio. its the thick animal print blanket. its the idea im not me til i am only me. i guess we all have our things that makes us feel good. i just want more.
i get asked alot what i listen to. all of discography of the album leaf. all the discography of iron & wine. the sea and cake radio on pandora. all of discography of brand new. all of discography of dog & panther. all of discography of toro y moi.