Thersdai
memorial weekend
this weekend was a perfect representation of what i am going to miss about LA and why i am also excited to move back home to SD.
Thursday I drove home (to SD) to spend time with my favorite person on this earth, my sister, for her last day in sd before she goes back to berkeley to do her awesome internship because she is a baby genius. i love her so much it hurts whenever we have to part but i am so happy that she is doing things that will propell her towards success in this world.
friday i dropped Rana off to the airport then went home and took a long nap and did some school work. then i spent the evening with my mom and talked about the future and religion and her views on the way the world is and what it means to be a good person, she is so brilliant it’s scary sometimes. i always viewed my parents as simple people from a third-world country that couldn’t grasp the complexities of the world we live in today, in the US but everytime i talk to them this linearity of thought is halted and fades into the background noise of my mind.
friday late night i spent time with Jibran (my cousin) his friend and Leena (another cuz). we played cod and drank beer and talked about where we are in our lives and how it makes us feel. when Jibran and i finally got a moment away from the other two, to smoke a cigarette outside, it was nice to drop the nicities of speaking in front of strangers (and my little cousin) and be able to be frank. he has a brilliant mind and i’m excited for him to start his travels now that he’s graduated but i’m sad that he is leaving his little sister and mother behind to take on the world on his own. it’s hard to ever tell a guy/man/boy about why you feel something emotionally and ask him to connect at that same level with you because i feel like boys keep a gaurd up because feelings can be messy and feminine and childish. i always thank God that he is one year younger than me so i can speak frankly and there isn’t a weird superiority complex that can come in desi (meaning, “of my land” or Indian/Pakistani) people. i love him and wish i could stick around california so we could support his mom and his sister after his father’s passing but i understand why he wants to escape. i hope once he learns things about the world and how cruel it can be that he will come back and realize the importance of family and having people that unconditionally love you in your life because i’m tired of feeling like a lecturer/therapist when i’m a student of the world myself.
saturday i woke up late and came back to LA. i went straight to venice to play with Angelina, one of the most beautiful people inside and out that i have ever met. she is so much positive energy, it is hard not to smile and laugh and want to share everything about the world with her. i love her to fucking peices. i also believe she is one of the friendships that i need to nurture more. she is always fucking there for me. always. when i fucked up my ankle she carried me on her back, who in the fuck does that. she is sooo sooo amazing. anyway. on saturday night we went to the hollywood forever cemetary and watched Sabrina (the first and only audrey hepburn film i have seen). audrey hepburn is way too skinny. i wish i watched more black and white films. cinespia is fucking dope. the hollywood forever cemetery is the least creepy cemetery, ever. we brought beers and laughed and teared and hugged and fell in love with people we didn’t know. i love that Sabrina has no CGI, no colour, no photoshop and no awkward ad placements. i spent the night at her place in venice.
i woke up sunday at her place and we ran around and went to the venice street fair/ weekly market and ate omelettes and pamcakes and listened to the live band. then she went to a pottery class and Prithvi met up with me and we walked around venice and smiled and made stupid jokes, he’s so sweet, i love spending time with him. then when angelina was done with her pottery class we went back to her place, beers in hand and drank beers and both Prithvi and Angelina helped me alter my odd future shirt so it could be a muscle tank i had envisioned when picking it up. we all drank beer and then went to the silver lake jubilee. it was so fucking fun. live music is my favorite thing, mix it in with awesome jewellery stands, really well dressed cool people, great food and lots of liquor and i think that’s the closest thing to heaven i know. abe vigoda. soft pack. aloe blacc.
there is more i want to add to this but i’m tired now.
