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i am just returning from a week long journey up to oregon. i drove with my brother, dane, and my friend, billy hot chocolate. this is one thing i learned on my trip:

1. i shouldn't take road trips because i can't stand letting other people drive, so i just end up driving the whole time.

i spent a lot of the week either drunk or hungover. it felt good. sometimes being hungover is better than being drunk, when you're still drunk enough that everything is funny and magical, but not so drunk that you are losing control. and everything tastes great when you're hungover. this is something i learned about being drunk:

2. if you act similar to the way you act when you are drunk at all times, no one can tell you're drunk.

my sister's boyfriend, mark, responded to billy saying, "oh my god she was so drunk," with, "i just thought she was acting like kaitlyn." i feel like i accomplished something by being able to be that drunk and not have mark know. thats about all i accomplished over the week. i brought some information about film festivals that i was supposed to email for the magazine requesting info about "sponsorship". i also wanted to email some job possibilities that i found on craigslist. that didn't happen. now that i am back i have looked into a few but haven't turned up much. i also returned to la with a cold though. i didn't sleep much, drank a lot, and smoked too much, which basically equals immune system breakdown. i am recovering now, but my spirit isn't. something i learned about summer:

3.it sucks to spend summer in the city. i know i can't move back to oregon now but i could, at least, at least, live in the valley. its hotter, but there is more quiet, more pools, it feels more like summer and less like hell.

but i have to rot here in la for the summer. and i have to find a job. and i have to deal with all the noise outside my window--the shouts, the yells, the cars without mufflers, that make it impossible to enjoy a cool summer breeze coming through.