Amanda Failure Princess

LOVE these faces! molly and sarah (otherwise known as sarmoll) are two of my new favorite friends. they came out here for spring break and it was pretty much a solid week of shrieking and laughs. i seriously lost my voice a little. no, like, REALLY. we became friends instantly, obviously, and since christie had to leave town for the first two days they were here, i got to be the “babysitter.” i took the girls to the beverly center, which i like to simply call “bev cen.” i didn’t realize, however, that i am the only person who does this. no one had any idea what the hell they were talking about when they told other people where i took them, and then when they would explain what it was and that i was the one who called it that i got major glares and it started an argumet. oh well. any readers who are familiar with bev cen must know how much i liked these girls to take them there. i told them that most locals avoid it at all costs. well, anyone i know of sound mind. it is a giant monster, however fashionable, and i don’t do so well in parking garages. it was sarah’s first time in l.a. and molly’s first since she was nine, and i really apppreciated their appreciation for it. lots of people like to come here and complain but they were both so happy to be here and to see it and i was happy to show them around, even though i am a bad driver and have no idea what i’m driving by 98% of the time.

it was a super fun week. we went to the beach and to a bunch of bars, but i had the most fun sitting around girl talking. not to mention meeting sarah’s pets, Mr. and Mrs. Pickles. yes, they are pictures of two small rodents cut from a magazine. yes, sarah brought them out to meet everyone at the barbeque. yes, she is the funniest girl ever. oooh, also we went dancing a bunch and molly brought out some crazy amazing moves. i had no idea there were so many fine dancers from the midwest. first clare and now molly. if the the last two years have taught me anything, it’s that the midwest is where they keep all the finest ladies. the kind you want to marry, or at least make your instant bff and TALK REALLY LOUD AND EXCITEDLY with. i am so going there this summer. first i am going to go to portland on a road trip, and then i am going to normal, il for cornfest. i have never been to the midwest i am so so so excited! i hope they remember i am coming because i so am. i really like meeting people who are just absolutely genuine and real and funny and easy to talk to. it’s just really refreshing when you are constantly surrounded by so much pretense. everyone knows i love this city and will defend her inner beauty to the death, but i’ve been feeling down about a lot of things lately. i kind of feel like i just need to get out for a while, but i’m super broke and i am chained to the host stand at Buffalo Kitchen. sad.

there are a bunch of places i want to visit before i inevitably decide to settle here. why do i love l.a. so much? it has slapped me around good since i moved into the city, but still, i get like, a rush when i look out my window, ride through downtown, or even past elysian park. today was a beautiful day. i hate the rain but the day after is so nice. it was gorge today! timothee and i totally rode with his sunroof open and i dance-drove on the freeway. even the traffic on the 10 freeway couldn’t get me down.

okay, so just a side note, i was thinking about bev cen and feeling pretty proud of myself if i really did make that one up. i always shorten words but it’s extra fun to do it to words that don’t make sense when you shorten them or even need to be shortened. in beauty school i got everyone calling tampons “tamps” or “tampies” which i think is just hysterical. and my roomates got me on this kick of using the word “one-ly” when someone is kind of a one… you know, like not even a five, but a one? it makes them one-ly. that’s hilarious. ooh ooh and my friend rosalina just made up “strunk” for when you wake up still drunk. priceless. so anyways, i was thinking, “we’re all really slangin’ lately! golly!” and then i looked up “slangin’” in the urban dictionary and, in current slang, that word actually means selling drugs. so really, no, no we are not doing that. so much for being hip. oh well.

*with the exception of the first pic in this post, all photos were taken on sarah c.’s camera by sarah, molly, or christie and are the property of sarah c. thanks sarah for allowing me to use your wondeful images. and thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Pickles for allowing cameras to follow them on their intimate holiday and posing for such candid shots.