tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21026329226327696432024-03-12T20:21:39.713-07:00lepetiteaimeeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14853137873802408982noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102632922632769643.post-91389241506253385812016-12-31T14:23:00.000-08:002017-01-01T04:43:25.850-08:00Welcome 2017<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I'm sitting in bed writing this post and reflecting back on everything that's happened this year, I can't help but think that this year was just a complete mess for most people! Seriously though, so many friends and people around me agreed that 2016 is probably the worst year in our generation to date. I'm not trying to be pessimistic or start this post on a bad note but, truthfully this year was about pain and learning for me. On a lighter note, this year brought forward many new experiences as well as new friendships. And to think that at the start of this year I lost all hope and faith for many things but, I slowly began to regain it at the end of this year. It's been a long, painful, joyful and even exhausting year but I'm happy to say that this year is finally coming to an end. I'm even happier that it's ending on the positive side.<br />
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Furthermore, I collected pictures and memories about everything that significantly happened to me this year and decided to write a bit about them down below! </div>
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So here goes, countdown to 2017!</div>
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January: The most painful month for me. On January 1st, the guy from San Diego came forward and told me that whatever it was that we had, he wasn't "feeling it" anymore. This is when I began to write. That same day I was shopping with a friend and decided to buy a journal and document everything that would happen from that point on. </div>
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About a week and a half later he comes back and tells me that he wants to continue our "friendship". I was hopeful but I knew it was on his terms and I wasn't getting him back the way I wanted him. But, I was still happy to have him in my life at least. </div>
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January 10th: We lost Bowie.</div>
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RIP Starman</div>
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February: A slow month for me, in fact I don't recall most of it. It seems more like a blur with a few apparent memories and also a very confusing time for me. But it was also the first time I got job and began to work!</div>
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February 3rd: Visited the Jim Morrison Cave!<br />
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March: Another slow month but things were slowly starting to progress. An old best friend came back into the picture and it was great to finally bury the hatchet and rid of whatever it was that got between us and our friendship. </div>
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March 23rd: Second visit to the Jim Morrison cave. I began to see things a little more clearer. </div>
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April: Work and school were keeping me distracted but I still felt stuck. I didn't have a clue on what was going on around me but I was fine and felt a little more positive.</div>
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April 19: my old best friend's birthday was the same day as The 1975's concert. I bought two tickets and decided to go with him. I've hardly gone to any concerts in my life but this was the first time I went to one and to see an artist I really liked! </div>
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Not the best quality but I had the time of my life and I finally got to see my current favorite band.</div>
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May: The guy from SD comes back in my life...again. Except this time he wanted to try things out again but slowly and see where things go. He came over and stayed a weekend in LA with me and we went to Cinespia and watched The Silence of the Lambs. It was fun but I still felt like things weren't right. </div>
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June: I ended work at my first job and began working at a new place. It was also the end of my school semester and I decided to take summer off.</div>
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Around this time I also met my now close friend Alex. I met her mutually from my best friend Denise, and I swear this girl has been such a blessing in my life. She's opened my eyes in so many ways possible and through her I got to see the world differently. Since the day we met we've practically been inseparable and have been making memories and going on adventures. </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Here's to more memories and adventures in 2017, Alex! </span></div>
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July: My birth month!</div>
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This month was truly full of joy and excitement! </div>
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July 2nd: My birthday </div>
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July 3rd: Bowie night at The Echo </div>
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August: Around this time I called it quits officially with the guy from SD ( I seriously hate referring to him like that) but things ended pretty badly and immaturely on my end. </div>
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August 16: Random day trip to SD with my friend Steph and Alex. We were originally supposed to go to Joshua Tree but we decided on SD instead. </div>
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I didn't tell the girls anything while we were there but, every time I turned my head I would hope to see him or bump into him somehow.</div>
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August 19: Vacation to Hawaii and my best friend Denise came along as well!<br />
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September: Back to reality, and back to school... Things were really shifting and were really slow but amongst that time I finally decide to create my blog and take my writing to another level. </div>
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Remember I said I lost my hope and faith? Well, things really started looking even more clearer this month. I don't know what it is but I finally decided to let things be and not try to control the things around me that I possibly can't control. I haven't mentioned this before but I think it's time to let it out a little. For some reason my life experiences are based off coincidences that happen to me. Many people base their experiences on different things. Whether it be time, heartbreak, a crazy turn of events, etc, etc, etc... Well again my experiences are based off coincidences. And they're not just little ones they're crazy unexpected ones. I don't know why they happen to me but I wouldn't have it any other way. They're intriguing and keep me on the edge and I can't wait to see what the next one is. </div>
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Well within the past few days I started to feel better. Better than I ever have this whole year. I had a lot of days off this week from work and I decided to message my best friend Denise so we could finally have a sleepover at her place in Chino like we planned a while back. I also told her it would be perfect for her to finally show me this coffee place she really likes! I mean we were supposed to go since last year in December, but she finally took me this time around. Well, this idea of sleeping over and going to have coffee just seemed so right to me. I was finally just letting things be. The day arrives and we finally head over to the cafe and coincidentally one of my mutuals on tumblr and instagram works there. I had no idea, but it was so random and crazy! Anyways I'm gonna stop rambling because I don't want to go into full detail about how I feel. All I can really say is that year has been a challenge and a complete lesson. But it's really shaped me and kicked my ass also, but i'm still here feeling better than ever and I'm so ready for the new year and what it has to offer! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIimHqDG-It-Rjmx6JPIhu_2eOT235pK0II8lSB17AP04F-VQoa5oOZWu0ptiMIUPbCvDO1ZzlvbbPFpexFIf7wf9-L3oyBqmnAXmP3OUOqb_bVG-a3715Duv9htVT3Jfqu3qSk0zv29kd/s1600/IMG_7691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIimHqDG-It-Rjmx6JPIhu_2eOT235pK0II8lSB17AP04F-VQoa5oOZWu0ptiMIUPbCvDO1ZzlvbbPFpexFIf7wf9-L3oyBqmnAXmP3OUOqb_bVG-a3715Duv9htVT3Jfqu3qSk0zv29kd/s1600/IMG_7691.JPG" /></a></div>
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Wishing everyone a safe and happy new year, and may 2017 be a great year for all of you! And of course thank you for stopping by- xoxo Gloria</div>
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When I have time to spare I go to museums and enjoy my time there with friends. Museums have always intrigued me as well as the concept of art. As a child I was always fascinated by Picasso, Monet and Van Gogh. Monet more than anything but as I became older my appreciation for art grew even more so. Around this time last year I went to the Museum Of Contemporary Art (MOCA) in downtown LA and left confused because I never understood contemporary art. Nowadays I feel like people will call anything art but, I decided to give it a second chance when I went last Thursday.<br />
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I'm still not sure about it, if I'm honest. A lot of it kinda creeps me out but I guess that's the whole concept of art; The reaction the artist receives from their audience.<br />
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Alice Neels androgynous piece was one of my personal favorite pieces that we got to see.</div>
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This year it seemed like there weren't many pieces out or more like it lacked some but this time around I enjoyed a few of the pieces more so than I did the first time I went.</div>
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^ first time at the MOCA!</div>
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You can check the museum out yourself and see what it has to offer. It's subjective on my end but maybe some of you will appreciate it more than I did, but still check it out and see if ya like it. It's always great to see new things! The MOCA Geffen and Grand are free every Thursday also!</div>
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-Thanks for stopping by! -xoxo Gloria</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14853137873802408982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102632922632769643.post-77423581490087048262016-11-27T17:07:00.002-08:002016-11-27T23:46:56.098-08:00Friendsgiving 2016 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This past Friday I hosted my first ever "Friendsgiving". It was my first time hosting anything since I've never really thrown parties or get togethers on my own. I usually just team up with another friend if they're hosting something and help them plan everything out, but this time things were different. My friend Stephanie brought up the idea to me and she told me that she really wanted to do a Friends-giving, I agreed and told her that I would be up for hosting it since my parents went out of town for their anniversary so the house would be just for us! I never attended a Friends-giving before so everything was last minute! Needless to say everything turned out perfect and everyone came over, except for one friend Jazlynn who was leaving back home to Indio that night.<br />
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Anyways I got a new camera for thanksgiving that I've been wanting for 3 years now! my mom got it for me and told me it was my B-day and Xmas gift. Thanks mom! xoxo</div>
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So I got it out and captured some moments from that night, you can see them below!<br />
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^Thanks for the idea Steph!<br />
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This one cracks me up cause I don't even know what we were doing ^<br />
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*Record scratch* "you're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation" ^^ lol<br />
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^My mystic lady... please ignore my nosferatu fingers </div>
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So thankful for this lovely lady and our wonderful friendship<br />
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Dave my fave^<br />
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So glad you made it out Karla!^<br />
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Jess and Alex, two of my fave girls<br />
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I forgot what the conversation was about but I seriously love everyones expressions!<br />
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Do it for the instagram lol<br />
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At the end of the night we were testing out my camera again and decided that we all should take a group pic! The girls were probably over it lol<br />
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Friendsgiving 2016!<br />
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We concluded that this is definitely a new tradition we must do every year. Thanks for coming out hope you all enjoyed your time! It'll definitely be more planned out next year and hopefully other friends will be able to make it!<br />
Until next year guys! xoxo<br />
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Sorry for the crickets around here lately, and to those who are still tuning in and actually take the time to read my blog, Thank you I really appreciate it and hope all is well! I've been taking some time needed to gather my thoughts and actually write. <br />
<a name='more'></a>Things have been well lately, slow, but well. In fact things have been going pretty steady that it seems like not much has happened but now as I sit here writing I realized how much has actually happened. This time of year always seems to be a little hectic even though it feels as if not much is going on. But with that said it seems like its the calm before the storm. You know that feeling when things seem to be quite normal and out of nowhere something hits you and knocks you out of oblivion? Yeah, well thats what I'm feeling right now. It could be the fact that I'm overthinking things and hoping nothing goes wrong but it could also be the fact that I don't know what's next to come.<br />
I promised that my blog would have little to no filter and that I would write about my experiences; at least I made that promise to myself. Well Im finally ready to clue you all in about an experience I had this time last year and how it's still affecting me today.<br />
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This time last year I was at home waiting for my best friend Denise to give me the green light if we were going to hang out later that night. I was anxious because I wanted to run an idea by her. It was a crazy idea and for a moment I was thinking of not even brining it to her attention because I thought she was going to think that I lost my mind completely. Mind you, prior to that day I told many other friends and classmates about this idea I had. They all gave me hopeful and realistic feedback. So of course the only feedback that really mattered to me was Denise's. You're probably wondering what I was thinking and why Denise's opinion would matter to me so much. Well hold on and bare with me for a bit. Lets backtrack a bit and lets take this all the way back to April, 2015:<br />
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During Spring break I took a trek to San diego (one of my favorite cities) with my best friend Denise and my dad. It was a weekend getaway but I was so excited to show Denise all my favorite things and places in that city. I'll try to make this short. We went to Little Italy for dinner on the first night and we took her to this really great Argentinian restaurant that we love and always seem to go back to.<br />
Well after dinner we both wanted a night cap so naturally we looked up the nearest Cafe. We found one just down the street that was closing in the next 10 min so we walked there and I did not expect what was going to happen next. We walked into this little quirky cafe called caffe italia and I was basking everything all in. In the background <i>Come and get your love </i>was playing by Redbone. Shortly after, the runaways came on and instantly I knew it was the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack. So right when I put my focus on the menu, thats when he came out. Now to my close friends who are reading this you know who "he" is and for those who don't well lets just leave it at that because, well.. I don't have his permission to mention his name and also I want to respect his privacy. So right when he came out our eyes instantly met...and I swear I never believed in love at first sight until that very moment our eyes locked. I didn't know how to react but as soon as I distinguished the fact that he was actually looking at me I knew that I had to say something. So I started the conversation and it went on from there. It was closing time and we had to leave soon. He messed up my order so he made another one and as soon as we were about to leave he said " I messed up your order on purpose just so you can stay longer". I knew right then and there that I was in. But I knew that he was much older and mind you I was only 19 going on 20 at the time. I knew that I couldn't do much so I just dropped my name but no number. We left and sat across the street from the cafe and I could still see him inside. Denise even suggested that I should wait until he came out, but I knew that it wasn't the right time for us. So reality hit as we headed back home to LA and, hit me even more that I had to go back to school the very next day. Well, shortly after I put that memory behind me because I started dating one of my classmates from one of my Spring classes...you know who you are if you're reading this (Mannie) lol. I was happy and I was also enjoying our time together because it really was fun and we even became good friends. Anyways, we dated from June-October, but while we were dating I couldn't stop thinking about the guy from San Diego. (sorry I never told you Mannie) lol but its the truth. Well, when things ended with me and Mannie on October I was sad and a little disappointed but things started picking up for me shortly after. I was doing good in school and met so many great classmates and made new friends that I forgot all about my heartbreak. But then November hits, and I suddenly started thinking about the guy from San Diego; I mean I was thinking about him almost all the time since I met him but for some reason this time around I just had this crazy intuitional feeling that it was time for me to go back to San Diego. So back to this time last year I just had one more person to run this idea by and she was picking me up within the next few hours. We were sitting in her car and I just let it out and told her that I had this idea of going to San Diego in hopes of finding him again. One way or another I was determined to go looking for him. I was stunned when instantly she asked me "Well do you want to go?" followed by<br />
"I know the perfect airbnb we can stay at". I was stunned because of all people I thought she was the one who was going to put me back into reality and tell me that I was completely delusional and insane to go all the way to San Diego just for a guy that I met once and briefly. But no, she was completely serious about what she said. And so we planned our trip to San Diego for December 12.<br />
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Today marks exactly a year that I made a decision that would bring forward the craziest experience/ memory I've ever had. I only chose to tell you the very beginning of it because as I said, I don't know what's next to come. And If I'm quite honest I'd rather leave it like this until something happens. Although me and the guy from San Diego aren't on speaking terms, I still think of him almost everyday, even though I hate to admit it to myself and to those who are reading. But he left such an impact on me and my life and left me with the most beautiful memory that I've ever had to this date. In fact it was such an impact that it led me to believe that he was the one. I wish him all the best and hope he's doing well. Even though I refuse to think that this is the end for us, it seems like it just might be. It's crazy to think that I'm here writing about this one year later because I never pictured it would be like this. I never knew what was coming for me shortly after I planned the trip, but looking back it just makes me smile to think that what was coming for me was nothing but pure happiness and the most interesting chapter of my life to date. I'm still smiling thinking about all the love that would eventually fill my heart shortly after that trip.<br />
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Mannie and I are still good friends and we talk a lot still (more like debate actually) lol but we had a conversation just yesterday and it basically led to us talking about the over all subject of relationships, honesty, and what the opposite sex is doing wrong in some cases/situations. I basically argued that guys just seem to waste girls time when they're both looking for something different. He then said, "See that's where guys and girls are different or at least that's where I see it different. I don't see every girl as a waste of time because you make memories with that person and they show you new things, even if you don't see anything long term with them. Why can't girls just enjoy the time with that person and when it's time to move on, just be glad it happened?". Well, everyone is different.. clearly. But for some time I never thought of it the way he did, until now.<br />
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As I'm gathering all my thoughts and realizing that Thanksgiving is tomorrow, I've come to terms that I'm extremely grateful and thankful for everything that's happened to me and what it's led to. I wouldn't be here having a different mind set if it wasn't for all these experiences, and even though some of them didn't turn out the way I wanted them to, I know that I'm better for it. I'm also so thankful for all my friends who have helped me go through this crazy rollercoaster with me and supported me even though I did completely lose my mind, but you all believed in me and my crazy idea and I'm so thankful for that. But mainly I'm thankful for the person I am today, I finally learned that there's beauty in the journey, not just the destination; whatever it may be. There isn't just happiness ahead; there is happiness now!<br />
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As always thank you for those who tune in and take the time to read my blog, wishing you all the best and Happy Holidays!- xoxo Gloria<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsrMVPeVbQo0vvEIXmcGW40FVNZHsFUHzsVRoJEWlYtJ1O21TwhT3gfTNW5kLT5ph3V9x3dRuQ9v7sZE3YMjkGNQCHCeufsX9cnDqtBlqjkN9e67h1xVuoyw4lAV4t51HqJLePzo92Chc/s1600/IMG_6983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsrMVPeVbQo0vvEIXmcGW40FVNZHsFUHzsVRoJEWlYtJ1O21TwhT3gfTNW5kLT5ph3V9x3dRuQ9v7sZE3YMjkGNQCHCeufsX9cnDqtBlqjkN9e67h1xVuoyw4lAV4t51HqJLePzo92Chc/s1600/IMG_6983.JPG" /></a>For as long as I can remember I've had this obsession with Jim Morrison. My earliest memory of this man was hearing his voice for the first time ever when I was 5. I remember my dad singing along to <i>Light my fire</i> and telling me a little about the band. What I didn't know at the time was how much of an influence he would have later on in my life. By the time I was 12 in 7th grade my love for music started growing rapidly and the band I fell for was of course The doors. I'm 21 now and most people who remember me from middle school always bring up how much I loved the doors or they remember me wearing this Doors shirt with Jim's face on it. You know the one thats practically on every Doors shirt that you can find? Well that shirt was a favorite of mine that was given to me from an ex boyfriend. Pretty embarrassing, I know but I remember wearing that shirt with pride because of how much I loved the music and how intrigued I was with the man himself. Every time I saw Jim's faces plastered anywhere I was instantly captivated. To this day I'm not sure what it is that draws me to him or keeps me intrigued enough to follow his spirit around. But whenever I think about the time when I was 15 in Paris, I think about how disappointed I was that I couldn't visit his grave at Père Lachaise (if he's really there) to pay my respects to him. I've yet to go back to Paris, I know I will one day especially now that I have a stronger love for the city and for Jim himself. However it is here in the heart of LA where I feel his spirit even more. These days I've found myself visiting locations where he used to hang out at. It's usually with my friend Justin because we always end up taking pictures lol, but It was at the Jim Morrison cave where I've felt his spirit the most. I can't explain it exactly, but when you go or if you've gone before you'll know exactly what I mean.<br />
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So just yesterday Justin and I decided to drive to Laurel Canyon in hopes of getting good pictures. It's something that we do and enjoy. And in the long run I'm glad that I do this consecutively because in the future I have something to look back on and remember the memories I made. And also to savor those moments when I've visited all of Jim's locations. On the way there he played Lana Del Rey; i'll admit, I'm not a fan. In fact I don't really understand her fanbase or her "aesthetic" or even her music. But I get it, I get what she's doing even though I think it's really mediocre and pretentious, but I'm sure many people felt that way about Jim and his music/poetry during his prime and probably still do. While <i>Pawn shop blues </i>was playing in the background I was basking it all in and enjoying the chords to the song<i>. </i>The drive up there was beautiful and we both agreed that it felt like we weren't even in LA, it was almost as if we were transported to some other place. But I guess thats just how magical Laurel Canyon is. We eventually made it all the way up the Canyon and stopped to enjoy the view and take some pictures. Once we got out the wind felt so cool and crisp and for once it finally felt like fall. The view from the canyon is something else, it felt like time had just stopped in that moment and nothing else was going on around us. I'm sure that's why The doors chose this location for their <i>Waiting for the sun </i>album cover. While we were up there we noticed a lot of those tourist site buses that are all over Hollywood. As an LA native I never really understood why people or outsiders are so caught up with this whole idea of the superficial lifestyle most people in this city live in. I still don't get it or why most angelenos are so damn pretentious. But at the same time there really is something magical about Los Angeles. My point is, yes this city is really flashy and glamorous at most but theres also so many hidden gems in this city that people should appreciate more rather than this whole mediocre picture people paint when they think of LA.<br />
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-Outside Jim's Laurel Canyon home<br />
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I remain clueless as to why I'm so intrigued and obsessed with Jim but you know how everyone has that one specific artist they like to relate to the most? Well, he is that artist for me. I still have so many other locations to visit but this one was the second location that I've felt his spirit so alive. The first being the cave but Laurel Canyon still remains magical. For now I'll just live off that little high I get when people sing the song <i>Gloria </i>to me but in Jim's version/style of course, and also when my friend tells me that every time he sees me he automatically thinks of The Doors; quite possibly one of the greatest things anyone has ever told me. I'm sure once I get my answer or discover it ill let you all know why I'm drawn to him. Until then, thank you for stopping by -xoxo Gloria</div>
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<b>footnote:</b> sorry to the owner of the beautiful benz, but I couldn't blur out the license plate. </div>
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Since its officially October I think it's pretty safe to talk about Halloween and costumes without people judging you or thinking you're weird. Seriously though this is the time of year I always look forward, this and Halloween Horror Nights. Every year I always come up with ideas and try to stay original or at least dress up in a costume you don't see often. Originality is what I always go for as well as simplicity. For the past 3 years I've mainly gathered my costumes from thrift stores or vintage stores and tried to at least spend less than $20 on my costumes. So down below I've gathered some pretty good costume ideas that are also really great if you're on a budget as well or just going for that 70's aesthetic.<br />
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<b>Laurie Strode: </b>I'm leaning towards Jamie Lee Curtis's character in Halloween cause I already have this outfit so I mainly just need to find the mask! </div>
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<b>Stevie Nicks</b>: Stevie is really easy to dress up as. Last year I got the chance to dress up as her since again I was on a strict budget. So I basically got a black dress, kimono and black tights and boots that were in my closet. I got a top hat at Halloween club for $11 so it was completely inexpensive. However if you'd like to go all out I'm sure you can find a cheap wig as well and score some cute clothes at a goodwill or any thrift store.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2ZJ_b0M_xOYDIax53lzEbHYplFW978tUX7VbzgVXc7NOpJjE5mn-IMxledUtghsOMn8yBzy8nKoYgrosFn-nHkgxeYUZ6vMQMh03j9EZsuHCgmKSTBHH7vs57KVIHibagYS7KY6HlPiO/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2ZJ_b0M_xOYDIax53lzEbHYplFW978tUX7VbzgVXc7NOpJjE5mn-IMxledUtghsOMn8yBzy8nKoYgrosFn-nHkgxeYUZ6vMQMh03j9EZsuHCgmKSTBHH7vs57KVIHibagYS7KY6HlPiO/s640/IMG_0052.JPG" width="463" /></a></div>
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That 70's show: Be your favorite gang from Point Place Wisconsin. Seriously this show is one of the greatest and I'm surprised I haven't seen a lot of people dress like them!<br />
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<b>Scooby Doo and the gang</b>: Lastly you can dress up as the gang from Scooby Doo Where are you. This is my absolute favorite cartoon and I've been wanting my group of friends to dress like this for a while, but everyone does their own solo costume every year so this will have to wait. </div>
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I had a long list of ideas but I mainly narrowed it down to this list since I'm leaning towards a few of these this year. What's everyone else dressing up as? Got any ideas?<br />
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Those who are close to me (friends and family) know how deeply connected I am to music and understand my love for it. It's something that's been passed down to me from my dad and its something that's very important to me; music is very important to me. <br />
<a name='more'></a>Some of my fondest moments in life were spent driving around with my dad when I was young and listening to his music. I cherish those moments the most because at the time my father and I were going through a difficult time and financial hardships. He didn't have a radio in his car at the time so we used to bring a boombox and place it at the bottom of my seat and played all his CD's. From ABBA to KC and the sunshine band, to Earth Wind and Fire and Wild cherry. Wherever we went, we always had good tunes to listen to. Along with the music he would always tell me stories about his youth and how much music had an impact on him at an early age. He would tell me how great the 70's were and how he had an amazing collection of vinyls, that he unfortunately had to leave behind when he migrated to the US. At the time when he would tell me his stories I never understood his love for music. Until now. About a year ago he asked me what I wanted for christmas, and I told him that I wanted a record player. He looked at me in a puzzled way and asked " Why? you don't even have any records to listen to". So I simply told him that it was time for me to start my own collection and to also give him back all the records he lost along the way. Since then my collection has been growing, and so has his. His more than mine, but at least I can say my collection looks pretty damn good.<br />
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So just yesterday I took an adventure to Echo Park with a new friend of mine and showed her two record spots that have some great deals and finds! We spent most of our time over at Cosmic Vinyl. This spot seriously has some great deals and a great set up for customers if they want to listen to the records before purchasing them<br />
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I was a bit hesitant about this specific record, I'm not the biggest Beatles fan but I do appreciate their music and also enjoy their solo work. This album has a few songs that I enjoyed from John and I mean come on, the album cover is amazing. So I came to a conclusion and decided that it had to be added to my collection. Also it was $4 so I definitely had to take it before it was gone.<br />
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The lovely Alex digging through some crates.<br />
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"Yes we're high", outside of Permanent Records. Cheekiest sign I've seen but it always cracks a smile on my face.<br />
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It was an overall great day digging through records and getting my hands dusty. I scored some great deals plus got 10% off! Also, thanks for the company Alex hope you enjoyed it! </div>
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It's a great feeling being able to connect to music with other people who love and appreciate it just as much as you do. After all music is your only friend, until the end. Come on now, you know I had to end my blogpost with a Jim Morrison quote. </div>
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Anyways thanks for tuning in! -xoxo Gloria </div>
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As some of you may know being in your early 20's is the most conflicting phase to be in. There's so many questions that go unanswered and wavering emotions that come and go like Autumn leaves on a Sycamore tree. Figuring out where you're going in life, career wise and school wise, and then you have your personal life and even your love life that collides with the reality of what you have to face everyday. <br />
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I lost myself in the process of letting someone go. However, I'm slowly finding myself again through the small signs of hope, one being the wishing tree and the notes I found that evening. For even the littlest things like my intuitional compass leading me to certain directions in my life. And whenever I feel myself lost the wishing tree is the map to where I gained a sense of direction. Except it is I who has to keep lighting the candles and opening the shades to let the light in. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14853137873802408982noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102632922632769643.post-2877168012108840982016-09-08T18:14:00.000-07:002016-09-08T18:14:27.883-07:00I get by with a little help from my friends<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The first day of September was completely overwhelming for me. With Fall semester starting and so many other things going on in my life, it just started to take a toll on me. I remember being on the verge of tears all day on the first day of school.<br />
<a name='more'></a> To be honest looking back at it I was definitely overreacting and overanalyzing way too many things but, I have terrible anxiety and i'm still trying to find ways to cope with it. Thankfully things started to brighten up and look better for me with the help from my close friends. I got to see each one of my friends on different days but each and everyone of them has given me the best advice I could ever receive. To begin with, I can't really say right now what exactly it is that's been taking a toll on me since I'm not ready to write about it, or about this person just yet. But I haven't stopped thinking about them and I can't fathom how much this person means to me. It's been hard, but it's partially my fault for setting expectations on people and breaking my own heart in that sense.<br />
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But as I said, things are looking better for me. I have so many things to look forward to within this Month. Like today Lady gaga's single "perfect illusion"coming out in a few hours, Watching a new a episode of all stars every Thursday, American Horror Story season 6 coming out next Wednesday, My cousin's engagement party ( Can't believe she's getting married!), going to Halloween Horror nights on the 29th with friends (this is something I look forward to every year and go religiously), looking up costume ideas; Which I can't wait to share a few on here! and even just thinking about Fall and colder weather makes me so happy and fuzzy inside. So for the most part I'm doing okay and I know I'll be okay. I have family and amazing friends that help me get by. Only time will tell. -xoxo Gloria</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14853137873802408982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102632922632769643.post-51311065150208570382016-09-02T17:40:00.001-07:002016-09-02T17:40:30.170-07:00Reintroduction!It's been long overdue but, I have finally made my blog and I'm so happy to finally be able to share with family and friends!<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCrsHGsJ6rqjUUViUpHau_W-SPdp1vBsYIvQdYfijMVmPaYrahULJDrA6dN2_ezeylvm37x8kvbEDVXQ5Kd97HcZK1A1NIIAPPqP-uVNW-rrCTpz__g2-CPwiqeSYeTp4IA2w7sooGw02/s1600/IMG_6381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCrsHGsJ6rqjUUViUpHau_W-SPdp1vBsYIvQdYfijMVmPaYrahULJDrA6dN2_ezeylvm37x8kvbEDVXQ5Kd97HcZK1A1NIIAPPqP-uVNW-rrCTpz__g2-CPwiqeSYeTp4IA2w7sooGw02/s320/IMG_6381.JPG" width="320" /></a><b>Why a blog?</b> Well for a very long time I knew that I loved to write, but I thought a blog would be a great and fun way to share my thoughts, ideas and experiences. This is also my platform to keep those who are important to me updated with whats going on with my day to day life. Here you'll be able to read and see a whole other side of me thats never been seen before. There will be almost to no filter on what I share here. I also thought this would be a great way for me to express myself in a healthy way.<br />
<b>Why the name?</b> It's a silly name, I know. But everywhere I go and everyone I meet always mentions how small I am but after they always bring up my height they always end it with saying "you're not tiny, you're just petite" So it stuck with me and also Aimee is my middle name. And if you haven't already guessed I love everything French and Parisian.<br />
So I hope you enjoy your stay here in my little piece of corner on the internet, and thank you to those who supported me and lepetiteaimee when it was just an idea! -xoxo Aimee<br />
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